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WHO SAYS NOTHING GOOD COMES OUTTA DETROIT?!

Today, I'm going to post about a young man who's made an impact for the positive in my life. He's never met me, doesn't know my name. But I'll always be indebted to him for speaking what God has put in his heart.
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You know how it is, you're blessed with health, a roof over your head, friends, kids not in jail, 2 good hair-days in a row...and yet you're still complaining??
Don't even try it! I know I'm not the only one! lol


Well, while yakking w/ my co-worker in her cubicle I noticed a poem that was posted on her wall.
I read it.
And was instantly convicted.

LORD:


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Stunned that these words resonated so deeply within, I asked if I could copy this poem. She said of course. I then inquired of the author, and learned it was our other co-worker's son.
SMH
This young man is 19!
So without further ado, I'm going to post this poem...and I hope his simple logic touches you, just as it has me.
IMHO, I believe he should have called it, "a big ta-do about NOTHIN!!" lol

Is Anything Serious: My Logic To Life

Leering over my glasses, I look
Wow, you're angry and that's all it took?
Man I don't know why you take this stuff to heart
Me? I prefer to look at it as art.
See, some art you can understand at a glance
And some is as complex as learning a Mongolian dance.
Now, with things I don't understand...I don't fret.
And if you do, you'll just end up a wreck.
This thing called life, now here's a fact:
You only got ONE, now how 'bout that?
Most issues in life don't call for tears
Nor screamin' or hollerin,' not even childish fears.
Worries and worries will make you sick.
And with just one life, now who can risk?
The next time you find yourself riled up remember this:
Sit back and shake off your deliriousness
And ask yourself: Is ANY of this serious??
-Charlie©
4.22.08 (4:28.m.)

Now that Charlie has cracked my face 6x's, I am not only more careful about my ingratitude, but I'm also proud of him for sharing his gift with the world, eventhough he's a young, black, male, (from) Detroit.
I don't care what the statistics say about Detroit...there's greatness awaiting discovery there!

Charlie's proof that you can- in your youth keep it real without vulgarity, profanity, video hoes, athletic scholarship, spinning rims, bling-bling, a spot on MTV Cribs, and yet STILL CHANGE THE WORLD!!

CHARLIE...YOU ARE AN INSPIRATION!!


Come See What's Poppin'at Bria's Own Words, my OTHER blog!

Opening Up...

My Black Man


Being honest with others is not a problem for me. However, being honest with myself is. Since I've been single far longer than I care to meditate on, it has given me cause to reflect, visualize, change and grow. Maybe it's because in less than 3 months I'll be entering a new decade -- my fourth decade, to be exact.

But (for reasons unknown to me)I can't help but think about my Black man, the Black man that I can't wait to appreciate!

That's right: I said it. I can't wait to appreciate my Black man. I've listened to Mary J. Blige's song "Feel Like A Woman" and cosign the lyrics, "I'm tired of being independent; I want to start depending on you." If that makes me look soft, like a sucker, if it means I have to take down, so be it.


I want my Black man to know that I appreciate the labor he does in the world outside in order to strengthen the foundation of our world on the inside (of our home). I want him to know my eyes are for him only, as is my sashay, my smile, the scent upon my neck that causes him to transcend time.

My Black man, all that I am is for you. I'm not your enemy, but your ally. I want to love you, hold you, and console you, especially when carrying the burdens of a Black man is so heavy that your shoulder, neck and back ache. Let me work the kinks out of your life, or better yet, let me stand back, praise you, and edify you as you work them out.

Did I tell you that you are my hero? Lois may have her Clark Kent, and Jaime may have Steve Austin. But no superhero can compare to Bria's Black man who is able to tell a mountain to be removed, has faith the size of a mustard seed, believes for the impossible, and knows whatever weapon is formed against him will not prosper. My Black man, without question I will follow you to the ends of the earth.

Thank you for living for me. So many people have been misguided by the cliché “I'll die for you,” but will you really? It's harder to live for me, seeing past my faults, mistakes, and flaws. Apologizing when it was I who erred. I agree, what good is it to die for me when we promised to spend an eternity together?

My Black man, I am here as your lover, your friend, confidante, compadre, shadow, helpmeet, critic, tie straightener, crumbs remover, hair analyst, spell checker, sounding board, temple massager, your ottoman -- whatever you need me to be, so I shall be to you. I appreciate you not for anything other than who you are.



The questions raised are: Are you ready for me? Can you handle unconditional love, laughter, joy, hand-holding, butterfly kisses, a word in kind, passionate loving, heated words, spirited debates, stick-in-stay, til-death-do-us-part, lifetime partners, undying loyalty, zaniness, walks in the rain, unity, exchanging looks and not saying a word. Can you handle success?

No, no, shhhhh, don't speak just yet. Take some time before giving your answer. Search the depths of your soul, become naked in your very own eyes, and let Truth have her way.

Forever, I am available to you. I honor you. I revere you. I appreciate you. But most of all, my Black man, I love you.
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