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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WxEahC69i1Q/TtBwRhmYdnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/K4Vnb0kh-Fw/s1600/111015-occupytimes-hmed-5p.grid-10x2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WxEahC69i1Q/TtBwRhmYdnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/K4Vnb0kh-Fw/s320/111015-occupytimes-hmed-5p.grid-10x2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Thanksgiving Eve and better still Black Friday as it is called. I was sitting here going over my blogs and musings smiling and thinking to myself just how naive folks are these days. I used to hear my grandmother say all the time 'Life doesn't come with any instructions you just move up and down the road,hit a bump adjust and then move again" Somehow simple and plain. My birthday will be here in about 72 hours and I wanted to state loudly and clearly that people are still in a state of confusion no better than they were last year or the last 15-20 years if you ask me but as my title related who asks for my opinion anyway? Noone ,by the way as the story goes people do employ consultants at a steady pace to sequester their lives and businesses along the way guaranteeing that they have someone else to place the blame on if it sinks or swims. Funny analogy I would say but for real nobody wants to sink alone. This society fairs no less than the trifling peons that escaped England and other countries years ago and struck out to the New World capturing and procuring others people less fortunate than they or so they thought? to domesticate and put into slavery&amp;nbsp; we were supposed to have begun living a better life style but instead have sunken to the depths of the barrel if you ask me but again no one is asking for my opinion! Ha!Ha! "The OCCUPY AMERICA ACTIVIST"phenomenon shows that society is sick and tired of the Capitalist,Socialist and just about anything that says it is Government. We have stopped being a government for the people ,by the people or any of the old rhetoric that applied to the Constitution. We have that Elitist idealism instilled in this democracy we call home and the haves are the ones who run everything! We eke out our living in hopes that no one steals our bread on their way home afraid that if seen everything will be lost that we have slaved for all these years and that is certainly a terrible way to feel and to harbor inside of a human psyche! The powerful parts of this movement is that it won't get better it will definitely get worse because now America can see that there still is power in numbers even though the FBI threatens to dislodge you ,disown you and persecute you nobody really cares cause you have already experienced all those feelings at the hands of the oppressors-America The Beautiful The lack of revenue and recession has given us more businesses and no jobs how does that work? How does this society think that regurgitating people from position to position will get us back on our feet. It reminds me of Invasion of the Body Snatchers whereas the people were being made or manufactured by the organisms in the pods. That's considered science fiction but it's said it can be stranger than truth nowadays but who is asking my opinion about this either? I guess a mind is a terrible thing to waste in this century but many have done just that wasted minds and bodies that if thinking were&amp;nbsp; a crime to be committed they would be millions of felons walking around all the time! I have been told that my writing is sub-par and that I am ignorant all things that a person that has hit a nerve will be convicted of. It is by no coincidence that I write I write to get it down not to make money or to be famous but to get it down on paper and out to people that will listen or take note at least. I don't write for you to believe but to merely examine and see if this is something that you can relate too as well! There are approximately thousands of so called scholars who can write profusely, scores upon scores of writings and books and notes that are worthy of peer reviews but not one iota of truth can be found at least not truth about what is actually happening around you or them. You may write out a thesis on something that needs to be categorized but what about real life events?What about real feelings and emotions that pour out at a rate of mind shattering quickness and never is cataloged or talked about? These are some of the events that I have taken into my minds eye this month that I will share with you not for any scenic views or for you to take into consideration but just for the beauty of the moment alone. Just for the freedom that I found in the second it took to take the picture and savor the minutes, the hour, or the seconds that have left me never to return.. Or for you to ever have this opportunity to share a moment alone with me! I have photos of the 'Grand Openings of Aldi where people are so fond of saving money but realizing as I said "its only rehash for the cash" at work here!These photos of 'Martin L. KING People are here but do they really understand the connotations of the words and his reverie and cause he died for? Do they?? My pit bull puppy that is just a little lapdog that is a YORKIE! Days of Autumn that are changing as fast as the words that I have written!Leaves that are too beautiful to paste in a scrapbook_ And for those of us who believe that life is just a repeated format but wonderful all the same I salute you too! Let's have at it- this thing called LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I appreciate the reading and adding any opinions or comments to my post&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838050298844036997-2606563420329800759?l=brendabeyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The problem that I have is the utmost disrespect for Black Washingtonians that have lost out on their legacies here in DC. What with new developers coming in and out of our city-Well it used to be ours so they called it 'Chocolate City at one time now it's not even that. I don't know what we can call DC right about now as it says it's final death knell. With that being said all can be said is that we will see if this new DC will be a better city for Blacks and their families or are we destined to be destroyed along with the culture that used to thrive here? gone along like a smoke drift as one person so aptly said that DC was destroyed by the onslaught of Cocaine. I again beg to differ because this week there is actually a seminar or sit,down and talk meeting(What I call those meetings that needs answers from its citizens)Now if that doesn't give you signs of vague ,unmet reasons and thought that are drifting around this wonderful city, I will eat my hat and yours too! There is something that is amiss in our surroundings and it's not just the statistics of unemployment or even the fact that you can now afford something without a foreclosure lurking solidly by your head. They have lowered the loans and APR, APY rates for someone I just wonder who? People who aren't employed can't get employed without skills and money. Money for programs,educational and otherwise How about some technical skills and help programs for those folks that aren't Bachelor degrees and or Master's degree material but have potential to work at something other that the professions and sciences- How about Congress not fighting the President for every little bill that he sends there way for lack of a better word (PREJUDICES) and allow some programs in society that can perhaps help someone other than the elite citizens that probably have everything that they can imagine in their homes,land capital and money! Whew and a lot of us are still trying to get out of the Food Stamp lines that are still evident in our country but if your an alien that just got here you'll have a store on the corner before I can shake my tightly curled hair free of the ribbon or tie that's on it.There are so many things wrong here in America that we jus&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=poetrydivastr-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002YKOXB6&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=poetrydivastr-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B003L77GRO&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;t shake our heads and take it low to the belly like t's nothing at all but for real its all economically upside down and there is no real leverage given to the ones that count and that's the citizens of this society. The residents of the DC area just have gotten a touch of it on a wider scale because everyone seems to want to go to Hollywood we just forgot our cues and oops! Our lines!!! Martin Luther King said He has been to the mountaintop and I know he didn't make mention of seeing a people more downtrodden now that they were then now did he?? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.newsahead.com/preview/2011/08/28/washington-dc-28-aug-2011-martin-luther-king-jr-national-memorial-dedicated/index.php"&gt;What was Martin's Dream?&lt;/a&gt; and I know he didn't make mention of seeing all the people he mentioned ostracized in their own cities?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I appreciate the reading and adding any opinions or comments to my post&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838050298844036997-3762568995040100756?l=brendabeyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" /&gt; If we look at our world and realize just how small it is in comparison to our everyday wants,needs and worries maybe just maybe we can see that we are more alike than not. Every little girl wants to be a Princess and most little boys have the trademark of their daddies or some other in-charge person they know-sic! However what they aspire to be has more to do with what their parents have presented into the lives of their children. The most important aspect would have to be is the countenance of the LOVE that's manifested and shown throughout their lives! How they are both loved and how they decipher and give love. Do they realize through parenting that thye should love each other and create relationships with people as opposed to not creating them? Do your little ones keep most of their abilities and attitudes that they have when they were young? And if not why not because we showed them how to be suspicious and to hate? Why do we even teach this strange emotion? is it indeed a defensive motive or do we give this to them as a type of keepsake handed down from generation to generation? What is it's use anyway? We start out so nicely cultivating qualities in our young to take on the world as they will know it not exactly as we have becaue of the frequent changing of the Guard! This is something that is-inevitable and nothing or noone can stop the ticking of the clock of 'Time" Just believe that we are not the only ones of this world that have to teach,collaborate and justify where we want our offspring to aspire to be and to what extent they will get to when they get there.We have to believe though as their proprietors that we are reverent in our misgivings and that if there are mistakes that they can be rectified also done and to thine self be true! Teach them these attributes and their lives may not have been in vain for these are the ways of this world and perhaps the next-Who knows??&lt;br /&gt;
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He actually said a greeting quite a warm one if you ask me. I said my good morning to him also and he stated &amp;quot;Isn&amp;#39;t there a parade on Constitution Ave. today? I replied I can&amp;#39;t say for sure but I think that there are festivities going on today. He then said well in that case I am happy because that will be my entertainment today! The man (homeless individual) that he was lit up as if he were a diamond in my mind simply because of the statement he just made something so simple yet eloquent in its bearing the words that cascaded from between his lips were my entertainment not yours or anyone else Mine! He equated a day of celebration and parades to his enjoyment I thought that alone was a blessing to be able to still seek some type of enjoyment after everything else in ones life may be gone askew he still sought a way to alieviate the pain and grief that we all to quickly surrender too. For that statement alone my fine Sir today I salute you for being my hero, a person whom I may not ever see again but for one peaceful moment pulled the curtain of despair away from the window and gave me a glimpse of heaven and what it truly means to live unencumbered.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/poetrydivas/uvgbHn8L1PyWR5uRGQAdwJC8AmWeT8CzLKsW6FxunTsrz2ik7nbTGhl9wPX4/IMG00400-20110312-0933.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Img00400-20110312-0933" height="375" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/poetrydivas/qHsVagL9fRcnjrQVzE5UUF1yMBpViL9PJeGq5vouOyMp3P16k1zat2uehl3O/IMG00400-20110312-0933.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/poetrydivas/xHnsVrCANYfSNTz6k3RAW4mrFUWW7BQgNSUiS8ZfsFouO2wpYPgdQawrLr0Y/IMG00401-20110312-0935.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Img00401-20110312-0935" height="375" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/poetrydivas/I7rMFlsO8k4jU0aYLoQdkhSjGa1s30bKQQC9UjL97avMpTAZNrLkuloMKOVI/IMG00401-20110312-0935.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class='p_see_full_gallery'&gt;&lt;a href="http://poetrydivas.posterous.com/everything-has-a-shine"&gt;See the full gallery on Posterous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://poetrydivas.posterous.com/everything-has-a-shine"&gt;poetrydivas's posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I appreciate the reading and adding any opinions or comments to my post&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838050298844036997-1823821309707657331?l=brendabeyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanksgiving is a holiday that keeps giving and giving! It will be back again on Xmas believe you me~ I guess I am getting tired of turkey all around,turkey salad,turkey soup,turkey sandwiches, and turkey necks in everything. The humor that goes along with this wild bird is nothing short of game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I appreciate the reading and adding any opinions or comments to my post&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838050298844036997-1978828951488273971?l=brendabeyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Most are near the subway lines and in well lit areas. The access point is your credit card&amp;nbsp; and it goes by the amount of times that you keep the bikes.&amp;nbsp; I went around the city last week taking photos to see exactly who was putting the new mode of transportation to use and why. I interviewed a few people that were in seemingly in awe as I was about the bike share the newest name that techno nerds gave this mode of transport. I first spied the bikes uptown next to the Reeves Building during my evening foray near that part of town. Across the street is the street the 24/7 Vegan deli store and the Noodle a 'Hot Spot" that young professionals flock to during their weekends off. I have seen skirted woman jumping on the bikes and making a mad dash to the next subway stop or even to meet up with a suitor that evening. What I have failed to see is a lot of People of color accessing the bikes. I do see the benefits of the bikes whereas you can use it for quick, short rides but what I failed to see was the overall importance of it. Maybe I am missing something here? I asked a black gentleman one day as I targeted Minnesota Ave near Dupont Park area to photograph the Bike Share racks that they have there. He sided up to me and said"Hi there Miss "do you work for these people?" I glanced back at him eager for some type of dialogue from someone that lived in this area, and responded"Yeah sort of" and smiled. The man said 'well to me it seems like a waste of money because most people around here don't utilize the bikes'. My point exactly who was there at the meetings and the decisions to incorporate the monies enlisted for this project? I never heard anything or is it just me? perhaps they spoke of this but under another psuedonym because Capital Bike Share wasn't told to most folks until it was upon us. It just goes to show the disconnect problem that DC government has with its residents and home owners. This could of been a marvelous idea but the marketing and projected niche is just not where they are putting them and the people that use it aren't the ones that live right there where they are all at. I see them in areas like East of the River where there is a lot of unemployment&amp;nbsp; and not many riders of bikes. The word on the street was that the company had to put them everywhere because it would have been discrimination okay! we know that but still come on couldn't we as a government for the people by the people have come up with something more feasible for the residents to use? or was this for just some?? Again I wouldn't see a reason for a man or woman riding one of those and you don't even have a job? Then I look at the fact that there are a lot of young black females on this side of town (East of The River) with young children and there is not a basket or wagon attached to any of them. The biggest question that I pose is the fact of cost and who will end of paying the most for the tax that it is sure to impose! Whenever there is a bright idea on the horizon the powers that be should at least warn us that they're putting something in our midst that no one but a relegated few can use of will use. I am sure that each of us have been exposed to 'Going Green' saving fossil fuels all the neat, cutesy saying that are trending subject titles of mountains of blogs and articles but another one should also accompany that informative title of GoingGreen! How about Going Useable and give us things that our residents need like more jobs instead of ways to get to one that's not in your immediate horizon&amp;nbsp; and probably for most that have little cash or no credit cards. How about better hospitalization and providers instead of ways for us to possible get hit trying to navigate the city streets as I often see the riders do. Not so funny either my friend. But as each of us reflect upon not being selfish and paying it forward this year lets keep people in mind that don't have much to share with others and always keep in mind that we who are blessed with more are required to do more lets just keep our hearts right with our minds and remember that old saying what does a fish need with a bicycle and maybe just maybe you'll see my point! 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You are not that woman beat down sucking on a crack-pipe!&lt;br /&gt;
You are not that woman having no hope with eyes cast down listening to man saying to only fear him.&lt;br /&gt;
My sister we are so much more than what the human eyes see or the scenarios played out for the lokkers to glance upon&lt;br /&gt;
You have been watched more than a Swiss clock on any given day for your beauty as well as your wretchedness possessed of want and lust..nobody talks about that?&lt;br /&gt;
Thes parts are relegated for those of us that eluded to the episodes we knew nothing about , a script written not by our own hands but someone far away in a strange man's land.&lt;br /&gt;
Someone who needed our strength ,our passion ,our genes,our young to poulate and navigate the crops of his seasons not ours&lt;br /&gt;
someone to fight wars that we knew nothing of to run races that we got none of the currency now we play the baskets and hit the balls to the pitcher that makes the men richer than we ever dreamed he could be.&lt;br /&gt;
those are the hidden episodes that we are starred in but hidden when the screen credits come on the page because we don't matter. Only when our currency is needed are we then heeded and sought out as deer in headlights to be used again and again by our psuedo overseers who get us to do the dirtiest work imagined ..To tell us lies to let us believe that this a a right thing to do to let us know that if I do what the 'master say do then it must be right for you? How can it be right my brother when my tears run buckets in the night when my children don't have a safe home at night when education is but a thought not a verb it's a noun something that just sounds like it's going someplace. how is that right my brother or is it sister? they transform the light so bright sometimes I can't tell which one that you are all i know is that you bring the beautiful lies and you bring them to my bedside when I am half awake when i bend down to pray for my sake you bring them on whispered feet and you say? The episode you choose will be with you forever my child so choose wisely and precisely but brother i don't know the meaning of the word I haven't gotten to the W's or the P's yet!&lt;br /&gt;
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We all share the same death and birth woes that everybody else does.. Why then is everything s different? I watch as the media shouts that for every crime committed another neighborhood is not safe. I too want what other folks want a safe environment where my children grow and prosper along with children of all races. I don;t want the separation of society like the racists do. i believe there is a chance if we put trust and communication in front to see just what our fears actually are! Are you afraid that your children and mine will become friends? If so then it's much too late, they go to schools together they date and interact during educational engagement. They see each other at the malls and often times they even sit near each other on the bus. How then can you still teach them to hate? 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Why is it so hard to let go of the past and go on to our futures. Does hate have to continue to be on the plate? Time is of an essence now will we relegate our children to hate like we have or will we allow them the freedom to choose their friends and allies as their own? Let go and give them permission to become unencumbered by that weight tied around their necks please let them be free from hate,prejudices and animosity. There is no room for those emotions anymore our lives are much to full with other more important things to be taken care of~ Live and let live is the motto for all or should be! 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I watched the weather channel to see what the climate was and proceeded to put on something comfortable and loose. I planned to take pictures of the activities on the mall. People were everywhere as you can see.There were a tatal of 1600 buses alone at RFK Stadium and 290 in Maryland anywhere they could be parked they were. The word on the streets was that people and the unions are in DC to have a showdown with politicians on working conditions and Social program reforms. I must say they are in need of upheaval for all the reasons that are listed. Congress doesn't want to pass any more reforms on HealthCare but will not go back on the promise to amend certain passages they already have let up on. For instance how can they take back the aid to veterans that have fought in the war? Concessions that they have given for medical aid to seniors Yes! we also know they want to privatize Social Security! Just how will that work? Have a bidding war over what companies will own and regulate the rest of our lives our monies, our investments? No that doesn't sound feasible either! Whan it comes down to the "Y" exactly who will govern those laws that maintain and keep us afloat upon the seas of life. I for one don't know thw answers but being a part of a movement to be counted does appeal to me in these ways. If one doesn't stand up to be counted you can best believe you won't be. 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The march yesterday proved that we still care about our futures and the fact still remains that we do have power. Power in nunbers to be exact and we have to parlay that and send a message to the powers that be! That we won't sit down and allow politicains our president or any other entity to just go on making those decisions that lead to us not being involved in our own LIVES~ absolutely ludicrous to believe that we don't want to be a part of that Number~ We can all sing now- Oh! when the Saints come marching home!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://poetrydivas2.posterous.com/unions-with-solidarity-one-nation-under-god"&gt;poetrydivas2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I appreciate the reading and adding any opinions or comments to my post&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838050298844036997-7873958603123690383?l=brendabeyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It seems as though we are the forgotten ones a lot of people said as he purposed to end a long list of ineffective policies that have left many citizens of Southeast DC out in the rain. There will be renewed progress here stated Mr. Gray just before any of his several constituents started their vocalizations and spiels concerning this hopefuls steps along the corridors of Washington DC. Vincent Gray is definitely a fixture in DC these days there are not many days left until the election revs up and voters take to the polls. Adrian Fenty our present mayor has lagged in one of the straw polls narrowly coming out in first place in his own precinct Ward 4 . A lot of voters have said that they feel lost and forgotten in SE, a place that seems as though the politicians have time and time again over looked as businesses and development take to the outskirts of land that ranges around the Anacostia River and borders by the Potomac River too. The National Harbor w/ Gaylords Hotel and the Nationals Stadium are but two business ventures and accomplishments that bought jobs to the recesses of SE. The public subway transportation goes to only two stops.. subway that is Southern Ave, Station and Green Line at Anacostia. That's it! and the temporary stoppage of the transfer situation hasn't helped Washingtonians when a lot of them need at least two buses to get them home and to work. there were quite a few issues on the floor this weekend as Vincent Grey took the podium and said his not so practiced speech and shook hands and recognized many of the issues that should have been addressed by the last administration. Then the fact of the matter seems as though everyone is pushed over here as a separation move away from the more affluent white families across the tracks and it feels as such whether it really is that way or not. It reeks of a Southern racial movie albeit the fictional plantation overseers and bosses As it seems they saw the issues of a elite few and then what ever was left trickled down to the masses,those being the people of SE. As the last trickle of people left the enormous park after dancing,go-go and enjoying the band and speakers there were those that left with these last remarks 'I guess we will see what he does hopefully he will be better than the last and that is a shame considering they all are politicians but who will do the most for the other side of DC 'The predominately Black Side"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I appreciate the reading and adding any opinions or comments to my post&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838050298844036997-6755906024535749576?l=brendabeyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My own opinion may not be the gist of every other person because we can always find good within that is our 'faith statement'. The reality is that other ethnicity's are way ahead of our own and the sociology of this is that our culture dictates that we socialize children at a young age to be either more man than the average man or we over simplify the woman's part in history My grandmother used to say 'at the feet of women a nation is raised'. What kids even are at their moms feet now,our feet are constantly in pace running here and there not taking the time to even check in with our kids most of the time. Our excuses are that we don't have the time well I can say this for sure if we don't take the time now the time to undo will soon be over and all you will be able to do is shake your head and cry about why? This is not intended to be a parenting feature but an awakening one to take heed when the signs are at your front door. I see our children as a result of a sickness that has pervaded our space whether it is the media or just the world at large there is definitely a pervasive illness that eats our young then spits the blame at the feet of their families to ponder upon. I can say for sure that I have been down a road of blame why didn't I do this why? didn't I do that? all questions now that should have been upon my lips before but the ironic part was there wasn't a clue as to what I should do as a parent? There are no sure fire ways or directions to cut our paths through the growing up process we take a little from our parents, we take a little from the schools, then we even take some from the child and go to it like a new recipe that we are trying out for the first time and believe you me if it doesn't work out you will know by the first bite Naw! The random ways that we are about the climate that our society looks at us is even more non compliant in my mind we just take it ..no activism, no complaints we just take it like the man at the store would take a bullet to the head as if our fates are already written in stone!Why is it that we don't remember we are talented that we are creative that we are 'Queens and Kings' that were are more than conquerors that we can ultimately decide our fates WHY?? have we been destined to forget these truths? They are exactly that TRUTHS and as long as we as a people don't remember our Karma, our past lives who else will? Not the man on the corner,your employer, your other friends that smile when you come into the rooms are we going to be relegated to the dust by our own forgetfulness? I think not because every time I take this pen in hand and every time i think that things need refreshed every time I feel a little bit threatened I am going to remind all that will listen that we are greater than the sum total of 'ALL'that we set our gazes upon. The very foundation of the civilizations are based on the knowledge of our ancestors, this is not a fable this is scientifically proven but if it's not tangible and seen through the eye somehow we don't believe in it, and that is preposterous. If scientists know it and try to assemble all types of databases to support the knowledge why is it that we as a people can't begin to facilitate change using the already open books that are there for all to witness and view?~ Stop trying to duck 'Greatness' it is there for the taking don't get it twisted though it doesn't come on silent feet nor does it come as easily as it might seem.. you must seek it diligently and consistently because the world will be greater for your journey to find it! The mission is not the important part of the journey it is the actual journey that will enlighten and free you to become who you are AWESOME in Progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I appreciate the reading and adding any opinions or comments to my post&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838050298844036997-4563891493062612553?l=brendabeyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The most beautiful depositories of man and his beliefs are housed in these vessels. Whether your Christian, Jewish,Muslim,New Age or atheist where you pray or don't pray has the most architecture that money can buy. I surmise that the more m,oney the church hs the more regal and luxurious the surroundings will be. When I remember the sermon on the mount in the days of jesus and even Muhummad before the people started to follow most of the churches were no more that a clearing in some woods or at some believers home~ My how the&amp;nbsp; housing for religions have changed. Money ,power and capital are what makes the mechanism go now it seems! The basket that's been universally used for donations are often times in the way of a check or American Express card,tithes now aren't $1.00 or $4.00 dollars a percentage of your monthly gross was what was required. Now they range with who's who of the elite in the hierarchies and the building fund has now become a whole church how's that for inflated services.The church at one time was the hub of family life the pastor or minister was the one man or woman that you could trust with all secrets! Now if Utube or the National Enquirer can get the news before God your lucky~ Sadly I still am a lover of churches I see the buildings as the last vestiges of a lost era when people gave reverence to their belief not belief in their reverence quite a change but all the same I love the facts that they probably will out last most of the parishioners only if they aren't put out to pasture as most outdated things are but who's to say they may bring it back to when a church was the house of the Lord and not the house of who ever is in power at that time. This was another of the for the people by the people instances that went out of the door with the cat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I appreciate the reading and adding any opinions or comments to my post&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838050298844036997-3803528732565260411?l=brendabeyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ave. NW. these photos were my way of paying homage to a really fun day with absolutely true solidarity on the menu. the participants really put on the Ritz in everything they did. We had a smattering of every age group and race that could be reckoned with on the mall. 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The pallbearers walk slowly with the remains of the woman that once was my grandmother ,my angelic cherubic nanny who had always taken her last to give to me as she had this very moment. her last, what could that be? my girlfriend asked me once when I told her the contents of my heartfelt thoughts around my granny'. She does everything and asks nothing but that i don't embarrass her and bring shame on my family"my friend exclaimed what type of shame would you bring to her Bren? 'What she meant I suppose is that the shame of being a loose woman or girl sleeping all over the place with men that type of shame and a lot of kids running around with different babies daddies" Granny knew what she was talking about as I watched the girls piling in to pay their last respects to a lady that also gave directions to a lot of them too~ tears were running down their faces just as the tears were slowly making their trails down many other folks who were there too give their condolences and prayers to this beautiful black grandmother! A mother of the heart is sometimes more honorable than a mother of the soul although there isn't much difference. My biological mom left me to this wonderful lady years ago out of her mind with grief and woe but in the&amp;nbsp; element with drugs,men and the streets nanny took me and several other stranded,neglected youth that had no place else to go and kept us as if we had sprang from her loins no different were we from her two grown children that took us back and forth to schools,hospitals,clinics anywhere and everywhere when the need arose and no back talk was her motto and nobody did either. It was like she really had eyes in the back of her head something we all said that she had tho! While we did our homework and studies she always considered that each of her brood was different some had smarts others had skills she promoted the best in all of us no matter what she made sure that we did things to make our purpose manifested upon this earth she also said the saddest thing was a purpose that was left out in the setting sun never to be fulfilled and she said that makes God cry! I agree to that as my nanny is set to rest God has cried many times over for those of us who left our God-given purpose in the dust to rot! We do our creator&amp;nbsp; disservice when we lose ourselves to the world and disregard the gifts that are bequeathed to each and everyone of his creations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I appreciate the reading and adding any opinions or comments to my post&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838050298844036997-3254703582485149387?l=brendabeyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Their walk and paths depend upon the tools that their mothers and fathers give them to utilize along the way. Everyone knows that a little love goes along way so make sure that there is plenty,2nd tolerance because you won't be the only one going through the world on a path~ 3rd be compassionate even if the world is not always friendly ,smile as you go about your tasks a smile is easier than a frown and then too why turn your world all upside down. The 4th thing you must take as you walk into the space of work,education or what have you is your faith know that one has to be humble and small in your reasoning because the universe is such a great mystery to self and even tho we may know a lot about enough of life know that no-one knows everything so there's always room to learn more~5th Stay hungry for knowledge and wisdom, 6th be patient and trustworthy~there is nothing better than being a good companion and friend to someone. 7th never hate someone that isn't just like you because we were made as if flowers in a garden,varieties abound where we reside and there are no two exactly alike~ i have prepared this back pack with the necessities to go on with your life dear ones take your treasures out sometimes and examine them they are laden with my love as i love you- you love someone else during your walk~ treasures are in you handle with care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I appreciate the reading and adding any opinions or comments to my post&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838050298844036997-3501228612614009224?l=brendabeyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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