A Letter To The Daughters Of The World

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Dear Daughter,

How are you today? No, really… HOW ARE YOU?  I know  this world can be so cold and judgmental but its austere disposition is a bit harsher towards you than your male counterparts. You are expected to be  intellectual yet are treated dim witted. You are trained to know your place BUT  are required to create space for yourself in a male dominated and ego eccentric society.  Really my lovely…. HOW ARE YOU?

Depending on the part of the Earth in which you reside you are bombarded with conflicting images of who you should be. On one hand being beautiful and sexy is viewed as alluring even almost an unspoken requirement. The Media  suggests that you shake your “booty”, open your legs, and sex your way to the life you want. Yet on the other hand, when you give in to the temptation to neglect your mental capability…

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A Letter To The Daughters Of The World

Dear Daughter,

How are you today? No, really… HOW ARE YOU?  I know  this world can be so cold and judgmental but its austere disposition is a bit harsher towards you than your male counterparts. You are expected to be  intellectual yet are treated dim witted. You are trained to know your place BUT  are required to create space for yourself in a male dominated and ego eccentric society.  Really my lovely…. HOW ARE YOU?

Depending on the part of the Earth in which you reside you are bombarded with conflicting images of who you should be. On one hand being beautiful and sexy is viewed as alluring even almost an unspoken requirement. The Media  suggests that you shake your “booty”, open your legs, and sex your way to the life you want. Yet on the other hand, when you give in to the temptation to neglect your mental capability and misuse the power of enticement your fore mothers NATURALLY passed on to you, the same mediums used to influence this “demotion” in stature are the same that ostracize you. My precious sweet heart.. please tell me,  HOW ARE YOU?

In history books you are depicted as the weaker vessel. Someone who is in need and helpless. Reclining in life and seeking not to change the world or claim territory BUT only to exist beside him. Because, my dear, according to them that is all you are… property. Story after story, fable after fable, and tale after tale display you as the whimsical princess whom is restricted in power and limited in your ability. BUT MY SWEET PRECIOUS PEARL there is much more to you than that.

You can rule an entire nation with dignity as Queen Elizabeth or you can rule your province with knowledge and military skill as Queen Amina. Your feminine wile’s can influence many men as Queen Cleopatra or you can wage in battles and become a great military leader as Lady Fu Hao. You could be a great thinker as Simone de Beauvoir or become  a billionaire with mass influence like Oprah Winfrey. All I am saying is that your soft features, curvy body, and dimpled cheeks are not all that you have going for you. You are a WOMAN… something to take great pride in.

Now, my beautiful daughter, who has the world at her feet,  HOW ARE YOU TODAY?

Sincerely,

Mother

Lazy… Lazy… Lazy!!!!

Originally posted on lmcglory1265:

Hi Guys!!!

Sorry it has been so long but I must say I have been a preoccupied person lately. So now I am here sipping this lovely Eggnog Latte from Starbucks and must say… IT IS DIVINE!!!

To be brutally honest with you… I have been battling against a severe bout of laziness. Although I know I have many things to do and many goals to carry out… I find myself idle. Perhaps it is my ever-present desire to procrastinate when feeling pressured or possibly even my thought that nothing I do will ever be good enough. Or is there is another cause at play?

As a child my mother would call me lazy. Seriously I could accomplish 5 out of the 6 tasks she asked (well DEMANDED is more the word lol) of me and because the sixth either took longer or did not get completed I was a lazy…

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MY TRANSPARENT SOUL!

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Lord have mercy on my transparent soul

For I am vexed with a perspective that does on fit the mold

Transmitted into a formality that does not fit the status quo

Lord have mercy on my transparent soul!

 

As delicate a fixture that has been labeled damaged

I pull together my tattered emotions and find strength to manage

Yet the dysfunctional contemplation’s seem to unravel the bandage

Lord have mercy on my transparent soul!

 

Cursed with a heart that can easily pierce

Perplexed with thoughts that veil my fear

Erroneously treading on territory that is near

Lord have mercy on my transparent soul!

 

The bird that sings with melodious glee

The sun that arises and interrupts the darkness within me

The tree I pass that seems to wave harmoniously

Penetrate my gloom and speak to my being as a whole

LORD HAVE MERCY ON HER TRANSPARENT…

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Go on!

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I hear the cries from the graves of slaves

Calling out to my destiny, guiding me through the maze

 

The drumbeat of my heritage calls out to my spirit

Though faint and dismal my heart can hear it

 

You are my strength and what I dreamed of

When they lashed my body and compelled my blood

 

When they harassed and stalked us-even made us a mockery

We closed our eyes and visualized you so we continued through the debauchery

 

A glimmer of our imagination thwarted us into the future

To see you free from physical oppression and void of users

 

We struggled through to create you!

 

Do not be fooled by the labels

Unearthed by the fables

That we were feeble beings

 

Do not be choked by the subconscious noose

Removed by the klans bearing false truths

You are the descendant…

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Go on!

 

 

I hear the cries from the graves of slaves

Calling out to my destiny, guiding me through the maze

 

The drumbeat of my heritage calls out to my spirit

Though faint and dismal my heart can hear it

 

You are my strength and what I dreamed of

When they lashed my body and compelled my blood

 

When they harassed and stalked us-even made us a mockery

We closed our eyes and visualized you so we continued through the debauchery

 

A glimmer of our imagination thwarted us into the future

To see you free from physical oppression and void of users

 

We struggled through to create you!

 

Do not be fooled by the labels

Unearthed by the fables

That we were feeble beings

 

Do not be choked by the subconscious noose

Removed by the klans bearing false truths

You are the descendant of the very brave

NOT anemic slaves!

 

You can do more than fight one another

Succeed at gathering foolish clutter

Living life dependent on a mindset festering from the gutter

You were our hope!

 

The beauty that arose from a past of ashes

The phoenix that survived the thrashes

The colorful rainbow that inspired us in masses

 

You are what happens to a people that refuse to be trampled!

Resisted the urge to be mantled

Contorted the notion that we could be strangled

Combated the relentless scrutiny that left us scrambled

 

YOU ARE OUR HOPE AND DREAM!

 

Go on O offspring and make our survival count

Go on descendants and break barriers

Go on our dear ones become presidents, rulers, entrepreneurs, inventors, philanthropists, billionaire’s and people of great influence!

GO ON!!!!