Saturday, February 09, 2019

Just in Time To Get You Ready for Valentines Day - The Guide to Becoming the Sensuous Black Woman

THE GUIDE TO BECOMING THE SENSUOUS BLACK WOMAN (AND DRIVE YOUR MAN WILD!)
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Ever wonder why some women seem to get all the men? Even the ones who are no where near as good looking as you? Wondering what it is they've got that you don't? They're tuned into their SENSUALITY, meaning they're in tune with their senses, their body, and they know how to receive and give pleasure. Men can intuitively spot these women, and they're drawn to them like flies to honey. And boy do these women know how to dish out the honey! These are The Sensuous Black Women, and you can join their number by reading "The Guide To Becoming The Sensuous Black Woman (And Drive Men Wild In And Out Of Bed!)"
There have been other books written about sensuality, but none that have been so all encompassing, and absolutely NONE written specifically for the Black Woman. In writing "The Guide To Becoming The Sensuous Black Woman (And Drive Your Man Wild In And Out Of Bed!)" the spectacular "Miss T." has done a service for Black Women everywhere!

Tips Include:

-How To Attract A Man From Across The Room!
-Been Bad While He's Been Away? Tighten It Up So He'll Never Know!
-Want Your Man To Taste You Down There? Make It Tasty!
- Put His Condom On Him For Him Using Your Mouth!
- Exercise Your Way To A Bigger And Better Orgasm

Media Reviews
""This is a book that shows women how to attain sensuality in an encouraging, detailed, constructive, and sisterly fashion. It provides women with tools on how we can be sensuous beings whether we are in the bedroom with our lovers or just walking down the street with our friends." -- Cynthia Robinson - Reporter - "The Philadelphia Tribune"
"Sexy, sensous, and naughty. A must have book!" -- Jenice Armstrong - Columnist "The Philadelphia Daily News"

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Friday, February 08, 2019

A Learning Moment || Lift Ev'ry Voice and Sing



|| A LEARNING MOMENT || 

It was on this day, December 12th, in 1899, that "Lift Ev'ry Voice and Sing," was written as a poem by the great author civil right activist, and Harlem Renaissance birth-coach James Weldon Johnson (I might be persuaded to do A LEARNING MOMENT on him if y'all feel -- and let me know -- one is needed).

Now considered The Black National Anthem (once The Negro National Anthem), the poem was first performed by 500 school children at Staton Elementary School in Jacksonville, FL (Weldon was the school's principal) on February 12, 1900, in honor of Abraham Lincoln's birthday.
In 1905, James Weldon Johnson had his brother J. Rosamond Johnson set the beautiful stirring poetic words to music. 

The song immediately caught that emotional spirit of African-Americans around the country. It was soon being sung in schools throughout the South. (Though, interestingly, not recorded. We had underground even then, yo!)
In 1919, the always modest and unassuming James Weldon Johnson was the NAACP's chief executive officer, but bowing to public pressure he agreed to make his song the NAACP's official song. 

It should be noted, though, that he dubbed the song The Negro National Hymn, not The Negro National Anthem. His reasoning was that he didn't think one country should have two anthems. 

Obviously the public just never agreed.


Two personal things I'd like to share:

One -- I can't sing the last stanza without crying. Not even now.

Two -- I LOVE that he makes no mention of us having to learn to be patriotic or something to America, but in the very last line he urges us to stay "TRUE TO OUR GOD, TRUE TO OUR NATIVE LAND."
(THIS back in 1900. Yeah, James, boy, is my man!)

Here are the lyrics:

Lift Ev'ry Voice and Sing

Lift every voice and sing   
Till earth and heaven ring, 
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty; 
Let our rejoicing rise 
High as the listening skies, 
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea. 
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us, 
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us.   
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun, 
Let us march on till victory is won. 

Stony the road we trod, 
Bitter the chastening rod, 
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;   
Yet with a steady beat, 
Have not our weary feet 
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed? 
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered, 
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered, 
Out from the gloomy past,   
Till now we stand at last 
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast. 

God of our weary years,   
God of our silent tears, 
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way; 
Thou who hast by Thy might   
Led us into the light, 
Keep us forever in the path, we pray. 
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee, 
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee; 
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,   
May we forever stand.   
True to our God, 
True to our native land.