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3 Ways You Can Help Children with Incarcerated Parents

Please read this article, it contains important information. These children are OUR future! There are so many ways we can help them….

3 Ways You Can Help Children with Incarcerated Parents – Life – EBONY.

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Since When?

Up at night with God discussing habits
Exchanging knowledge, conversing ’bout supreme mathematics
Coming to clever conclusions again and again
At the end of our session, his question was “since when?”
Do we not compliment our women but address them as ho’s and bitches?
Hang around cats, and knowing rats like it’s cool to
congregate with snitches?
Since When?
Do we support chumps that abuse our mothers, daughters and sisters?
Let these youngsters disrespect our elders by using their name
instead of Miss, Mrs. or Mister?
Since When?
Has the government stopped the rhetoric they spoke in the Declaration
Loosening up the rules in the book they used to run this Nation?
Since When?
Did we start hating each other acting like a bunch of crabs in a bucket?
Giving up on the next generation, no influence and just saying “fuck it”
Since When?
In the black community, we stopped offering what we got?
Can’t go next door to borrow sugar – too much have and have-nots
Since When?
Could we not sit out on the porch without bullets flying by at night?
What happened to settling our differences by talking even probably a fair fight?
Since When?
Did shooting become so manly and the final say?
Why did these cowards shut down Ms. Harriet’s candy house
by robbing and assaulting her yesterday?
Since When?
Did we let music and television raise our kids or run from
opportunity when it knocks or kicks the door in?
Since When?
In the streets there is no respect, love or loyalty?
When did we start treating our elders like lepers instead of royalty?
Since When?
Did disciplining my child get equated with abuse
or the 360 (degrees) I spit get twisted, becoming obtuse?
Since When?
Would I even have to write this to get my peoples attention?
We’re supposed to be further down the line, steadily rising to ascension…
I’m just saying, since when?

– Thomas D. Payne

Marvin Gaye

I am tired of this world we are living in.
Dividends… divided unequally amongst many men.
Keepin’ pace with the rat race,taking a toll on your soul.
People think you are rich because your heart is gold.
No relief…so we roll a leaf and light it up.
Or we pour it up and drink it all before the night is up.
Inebriated…God knows we needed that.
Give it everything we got but one day we will need it back.
The American dream, as it seems.
Is a nightmare to many, married to that pretty penny.
Single mothers being left to pick the slack up
because the daddy packed up and left her with no back-up.
This is a curse, the roles have reversed.
That’s why her spine is strong.
Raising those babies by herself and bringing the swine home.
Marvin Gaye… what the hell is really goin’ on?
Where did we go wrong?
And why did everybody tag along?
It’s time we man-up, do more than put our hands up.
Start a real revolution. Get off ya ass and stand up!
Unite as one…
There should never be a separation.
Elevation can be achieved with preparation…

– Jah Soul

No More Complaining ~ Part 2

Some say white men taught us this schism to hate one another. I don’t know but lets check history. Before the times of Willie Lynch, we were on the motherland fighting selling our brothers, sisters, mothers, cousins…etc.… into slavery before the white man came. They only took our offer and then conquered our nation. Do we not remember Shaka and the Zulu’s? We destroyed our own people and villages before any white person gave us a hand. Hey, they just finished what we started. Let’s quit blaming the white man, we must do like Michael Jackson said and look at the man in the mirror.
Let’s quit asking for handouts and go get what we want or need. We say we want better education so we need to go get it. We say we want a future for our children, let’s build it. Let us teach our children to be more than athletes, movie stars, and entertainers. Teach them about computers, economics, literature, aerodynamics, and mathematics. Make them technicians, physicians, and dieticians.
Show them how to be architects; builders of buildings as well as builders of their lives. Stop giving them X-boxes, PS4’s and give them books and tools. What are we waiting for? Are you still waiting on your 40 acres and a mule? Really, if you were to get it, what would you do with it? Probably not a damn thing!! Knowing us, we would probably sell most of it back to the same white man we claim to hate and despise. Messing the money off on cars, clothes, and things of no value and importance. Then you will probably be blaming someone for that too. It’s time we stop complaining and start taking action.

– Thomas D. Payne

No More Complaining ~ Part 1

STOP! I’m tired of this! We’re steadily blaming the whites for our loses. When are we going to start blaming ourselves? We had a choice in everything that has happened in our history, so let’s quit playing this game.
Let’s quit saying “ I hate these white folks because they locked me up”. Hold up, no one told you to pick up that gun and blast that man for his car. No one made you sell the crack, heroin, or the weed you were caught with. It wasn’t a white person who came asking you to join a gang, start robbing, stealing and killing causing you to get knocked for organized crime.
We say the black man doesn’t fly the plane to bring the dope in to the United States, oh, but when it gets here we have no problem distributing it and poisoning our communities. We have destroyed our hoods with drugs, guns and petty violence. Then we have the nerve to scream “Black Pride, fight the power”. What power? We are the only power holding US back. Stopping progress, we are our own worse enemy.
We are so negative that a positive becomes a negative. We keep ourselves in black boxes with no escape. We can see a child acting up and what do we do? Nothing! We will say, “that ain’t my child, so why worry?” Better yet, we don’t even give the child a chance because we have a habit of telling them “ you’re going to be like you’re daddy” (who’s likely in prison), “she’s going to be like her momma” (maybe on assistance), or “they’re going to be like their no-good uncle such and such” (perhaps dead) and so on.
If we see this, we must try to correct it. Black men and black women, NOW is the time to make a change! We are a family, not just a color or race. It takes a village to raise a child, why are we not helping? We are only dysfunctional because we diss each other instead of helping to solve the problem. We need to start being our brother’s keeper instead of his reaper. Hating ourselves will not help to elevate us…

– Thomas D. Payne

Icy, LISTEN!

Love is a very strong emotion, but it is an even stronger word.
Love can be defined in many ways, but my feelings are unheard.
It can be a mental, physical or spiritual connection that can run high or low.
It can be deep as the ocean or sea or shallow as a creek or stream.
Rest assured, my love is greater than the Red Oaks are tall
For a fathers love will rise above all.
Unconditional to the 10th power yet, unpredictable as a spring shower.
A love that will be there whether you’re right or wrong,
a love that will span time growing as the Universe is long.
My love cannot be forsaken or denied, though always tested and tried.
You are my spirit, my hope, my sanity; my life’s ebb and flow.
My light in the darkness that forever shines aglow.
You are my bloodline, my personal treasure, my gift to the world.
My baby, my sugar mama, Daddy’s little girl.
So, no matter how far away, no matter how long I stay; whatever people say,
I will forever love you…
As my mother told me, I’m telling you, my love is eternity plus infinity
And will always be true…

– Thomas D. Payne

Special Delivery

Where do I start?  It’s been six years, I miss you woman, you’re still my heart.

Tell Grandma to stop trippin’, I love her too.  She always get’s much respect,

but this one right here is for you.

Many things has happened since you went away, I’m missing your guidance

and advice on a day to day.

Sometimes I still cry, yeah, can’t lie I do.  Try as I might, I have no one like you.

No one understands me but Pennie’s starting to be on that page.

Yes, we’re together, you said don’t point the finger if you’re guilty.

Comprehension comes with age…

Trying to hold the family together, Mama, it’s hard as hell.

My voice is losing authority the more I dwell in this cell.

Vinnie writes consistently, Jay and the girls stay in touch

Nette is doing okay but we don’t talk that much.

I made you a promise, just know I won’t quit or let up.

You had confidence I could do it so I will keep my head up.

Life ain’t perfect, you weren’t perfect either, still I respect what you did.

All the love you gave me, I passed along to my kids.

Speaking of, Icy is a young woman, now beautiful and mild.

Tae is doing well, working hard, got a little girl. Yes, your great- grandchild.

Pennie was relaying at visit something Icy put her through.

We both laughed out loud saying, “You know what Linda would do”.

We laughed even louder because the answer, we already knew.

Your parenting may have been unorthodox, but still I say “thank you”.

You were a kid trying to raise a kid, did the best you could.

Trying to get your life in order, you weren’t superb, but still it was good.

All the good times we had, I replay them and won’t forget.

Out of nothing you made something, we enjoyed it, would never fret.

You were more than a mother; my sister, confidant and friend.

Before I was able to get back to you, it has come to an end.

Yeah, I’m crying again… My feelings I can’t hide.

Remember you said, sometimes let it go. Never keep it bottled inside.

Hah! Didn’t think I was listening, I was. Now, I’m convinced.

My book and streets gave way to common sense.

Smile, indeed it took a second. I know it’s a major growth spurt,

I’m sorry you can’t see it in person.

Oh, Obama didn’t need your vote, he won in a landslide.

Now he’s in his second term, showing gray, he can’t hide.

What else? We had a family reunion, yes our side, heard it was nice.

No griping, no complaining, no snags, no fights.

Hmmm, must of been no drinks outside of sodas or any smoke.

Guess people buried the hatchets, letting old grudges go.

Anyway, just catching you up, you are missed and still needed.

Haven’t forgot anything you told me, even when you scolded me, I needed it.

Wish you had received my last card and letter that Mother’s Day.

But you moved on, so I take time now to say…

You are appreciated…then, now, through and through.

Gone but never forgotten, I will always love you.

P.S. By the way, tell Grandma to stop fussing and cussing – The Cowboys won today…

– Thomas D. Payne