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First Thing is First

In Communication, education, Self Improvement on October 5, 2020 at 5:28 am
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The first thing that I want to say is, “Good morning, and I love you.” The next thing that follows: a kiss on the forehead before I hug you.

Are you well? Did you sleep okay? Are you ready to start the day? Always give more and put forth the effort to score; this after you pray.

There are many optimum ways to start the day. Choose one and hone it; write-in-stone some time to play.

Noon will be here in a minute, don’t forget to feed your soul. Consume raw fruit and veggies to stave off viruses and colds.

 

Drink lots and lots of water, for you are composed of 60% of it. Heed life wisdom, if indeed life, you love it.

Hug every day that you awake, refreshed, and in good health. Lay low and pray for others; it’s okay to live a little stealth.

If we pray one for another, then how can we fail? I stay in “W” mode; I’ve no time to chart an “L.”

The evening will surely come and award us another day complete. We’ll thank God for our health and the strength to stand on our own feet.

Nothing is to be taken for granted; every second is precious and sweet. Your time is appreciated here. Without you, there’d just be me. I gotta’ thank thee. xo.

Monday’s are always sweet and are the perfect starting point,
I’m Qui
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breakfast & love to thee at this opportunistic joint.

Attuned

In Communication, Griot, News, Politics, Self Improvement, TV Shows on January 31, 2020 at 1:35 am

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One thing that I am not into is fear.
God is real and I hold His word dear.

So, while the impeachment show dominated all screens –
I kept my mind focused on the one true King.

I did. I really did.
And the view of satellite news hit the bin.

Shame so deep; senators whose faces should be hid.
I will study them not. “A better life,” is my bid.

Honey child/beloved kid: please don’t get caught up
in between the clutches of folks kissing other folks butt’s.

No balls and all nuts. I have been keeping tabs
on the game of “hockey with our democracy” and the constitutional jabs.

Republicans, dear Republicans what do you stand to win
by supporting ‘no support for yourself’ and an admin that isn’t your friend?

Most of its roster ends up behind bars.
That type of cameo paints no one a star.
Oh no, child. Not by far.

Take a deep breath and think about your life.
Are you refreshed or stressed when you open your eyes

in the morning? To be alive is a blessing
please don’t spend it “status-quo” stressing.

Time is non-refundable and no one knows when they will die.
One thing I don’t do is wait; I stay in search of my best life.

I think about you and I and I’m inspired to write.
I turn the television off for more attuned insight.

So how’s it going with you? Are you feeling alright?
I’m finally turning-in
from last nights editing gig –
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I just didn’t want to turn-in before checking in with you
and say: “this week of impeach – I’m happy to bid adieu.”

As for our future and what it may hold —
I encourage us all to be vigilant and vote.

I enjoyed-not the senators show
and I am aware that we can change it with our vote.

So let’s do it; keeping this moment in mind.
Utilize your DVR and often rewind.

Reality was unkind. Please give all concerns to God. He rocks.
A man’s expand is limited to land and will always be in a box

if he intends to harm and/or oppress.
I’m always asking you to pray, now I’m asking you to not stress.

This moment is only a test.
Serious about your spirituality? Then be your best.

Energy is real.
Isolate it or become physically ill.

Consider using this weekend to disconnect and unplug,
surround yourself with good people and give them a hug.

When you kneel to pray, ask God to fill-up your cup
with the fruits of the spirit and a double-dose of love.

Don’t forget to request of God in all of His givin’
that He bless you and I with an abundance of wisdom.

You deserve it. I believe that I do, too.
I’m Qui
Have a fantastic weekend and don’t forget that I love you.

Control the narrative of this story by taking daily notes
and paint a clear picture when next you go to the poll.

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Pardon me. Do you mind

In Communication, Griot, Self Improvement on January 6, 2020 at 4:59 am

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Words add up. Do you mind…

…If I say “I love you” and “life isn’t easy but I can be”
should you and I decide to work in tandem as a team.

Do you mind? I hope not.
Because I’m crazy about you (lil’ snot).

It’s true.
What has this day in store for you?

Pardon me. Do you mind if I say
that I am glad that you stopped my way?

I’ve got two warm mugs filled with 6oz of jo.
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I just want to sit and sip with you for a while,
give you a few flowers and watch you smile.

Is that okay?
I’m always up for new things at the start of a new day.

It’s always new with you.
I can’t help but to show appreciation, boo.
Did I mention I love you?

I suppose I’m just having a happy and grateful moment.
Pardon me. Do you mind if I publish it and own it?

I hope not, because I’m doing it anyway.
I’m up posting and hoping you’ll chime in with your say.

I don’t mind, you know?
Go ahead, please take the flo.’

Worry not about what world leaders do.
Remember God? He’ll pull us through.

Pardon me, while I care not
to be anxious about squat.

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Pardon me while I play the perfect host.

I’m into you, you know?
It’s a pleasure to focus and dote

on you and the capacity that we encompass.
Do you mind a little PDA; a hug/kiss?

We can keep the PDA private, if you like.
Save not the fact, that I love you to life.

When I put pen in hand I yield to ‘the write’
of whatever it is that needs injecting into life.

Actually, I’m digital and while my pen is tops,
this morning I’m posting to you via a laptop.

Still, I write whatever it is that needs to be said.
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Also, keep a prayer running in your heart.
Society has nothing on your spirit. Be smart.

The difference between living and barely making it —
is in your perception. Open up. No faking it.

Pardon me. Do you mind if I say “you deserve more?”
I’m Qui
and I’ve said enough – this is a 400-word score.

Good Morning Monday

In Communication, Griot, Networking on November 27, 2017 at 4:30 am

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No Stress – is always best!

Good Morning Monday! I love you, and as soon as I opened my eyes —
I was delighted to see you, excited to breathe. Ooo! So glad to be alive.

And so 4am came quick – it feels like I just laid down.
I remember lulling off with a smile and waking up with a frown.

No, I’m not mad it’s just that last night was a hard lay.
I mean, you should see my hair – a coiffed mane despair – I’m not Beyoncé.

But hey the day is young and I am happy.
My hair is un-permed, strong, soft and nappy.

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I woke up like this! 🙂

The sun is not yet up and already, I’m in pursuit to go. <
I’ve drank my lemon water, now I’m working on my jo.

Oh! Today is poised to be a winner! <
I do love Mondays – a natural beginner.

A straight-away kick-starter. <
Corsets, strings and belts of garter,

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Write your own story today.

Binds of writes score well in barter. <
Do your research, be efficient, work smarter.

Yes, things could be harder but only if you yield that way. <
Put no energy into negativity on this beloved day.

Good Morning Monday! I’m so very glad to see you again!
I’m Qui
a naturally happy she – ready to embrace you; another begin.

Yes-Yes,
Bring it in!
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My white parent(s) love me…

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on March 12, 2017 at 7:43 am

mom & daugherMe? No, my parents are not white. Both of my DNA contributors are of African American decent. My father is a 5’5, small framed man with fire red hair, red beard, and freckles covering the fair skin on his face. My mother is 5’2, thicker than a Snicker, with high cheek bones, high-yellow fair skin, and silky, wavy hair. I am a deeper brown mixture of the two. Again, my parents are not white, but I happen to know many parents that are white and more than a few of them have children that look like me. I’m always drawn to such familial scenes. It reminds me that race wars are fad fodder issues and that we can indeed put them to an end.

My former best friend has the best hairstylist in Arlington, TX. Heather‘s hair is always perfectly pitched, it matches her Martha Stuart’esque hospitable ways. She’s a straight laced, conservative gal, who loves her family. Heather is married to black man and their offspring is a beautiful mixture of the two of them. Heather guardians her son at all costs with love, nourishment and wisdom. She loves a lot like me. It’s always been a pleasure to know and love Heather. We are only not as close as we used to be because of the curve of time. We used to be neighbors in Arlington, TX for about 15-years… that was before I moved to Phoenix (6-years ago).

My sister-in-law has the biggest heart and a huge propensity for a sharp pair of pants. She’s cardio fit and curvy. She owns a couple of pairs of white pants that makes me want to put in a few more minutes in Aerobics class… maybe another hour. 🙂 Angela has 4 sons and is married to my brother. As fair skinned as the beauty from Kansas is, her sons are black. I’ve watched Angela for more than a decade now shape her family to what she wants it to be and the only color differences I have ever noticed in her household is as it compares to fashion. She has an awesome pair of gray pants that I love as well. Angela’s love for her children is priceless… much like mine for my children. We have much in common: Kids, love, fashion…

kristen-davis-and-daughterThen there are Kristen Davis (Sex In The City Co-Star) and Mike Berry (Columnist for Babble.com) and their stories.

While surfing familial stories online I ran across this heart warmer on Babble.com, (a Disney content supported site) and I found Mike Berry’s column on “BEING THE WHITE MOTHER OF A BLACK DAUGHTER,” and I knew I had to share it with ya. Now the column was comprised from a quote that Kristen Davis said in reference to her daughter,

I am white. I have lived in white privilege. I thought I knew before adopting my daughter that I was in white privilege, that I understood what that meant. But until you actually have a child, which is like your heart being outside you, and that heart happens to be in a brown body, and you have people who are actively working against your child, it’s hard. It fills me with terror.”

Wow! I have to say Mike and I feel her concerns, deeply and intuitively. I have a African American child myself. I only learned that Mike Berry is in this boat with us, when he said in his Babble column:

“Her words took me back, 15 years in the past, when we held our newborn baby girl in our arms. I remember looking at her with a sense of awe. Her beautiful brown skin, exotic dark eyes, and soft brown hair captivated me. I remember feeling an intense love for her that still burns as brightly today as it did then. Love so deep, I never knew my heart could reach those depths. But at the same time I felt these beautiful emotions, I also felt afraid. There was no question in our minds that she was ours. We were her parents and she was our daughter. But I worried about the world around us. For a moment, I feared what it would be like to raise this precious girl in white suburbia. I worried about the potential hateful things people would say to her, or do to her. I felt like taking our newborn baby and running far away, where no one could find us. With every ounce of my soul, I wanted to protect her.”

Believe it or not, I feel the same way… Isn’t there enough of us to bind together and start effective change?  We can’t change the hearts of everyone at once, but we can begin with  one conversation at a time starting with those we love the most and are closest to.

African American children with white parents are not a new phenomena, even though President Obama put a winning face on those children while pushing this country out  of the recession of 2008-2011. His character was so outstanding, that many (now new parents) got to work making their own DNA designer children in the name of love and are now actively changing the face of race for the future.

African American cultures are very accepting. We love our children be they white, black, tan… we love them. We love yours. African American women were made to raise the children of plantation owners as a non-negotiable duty. What the slave masters didn’t realize is, there was no need to force us to care for the children. It’s in my default spirit to LOVE and accept. Personally, I only have two children and if given a choice I’d only work with children from here on out. They have great hearts, brilliant minds and big ideas that I want to be a part of. I know a couple white kids right now – that I’m not so sure that I didn’t birth myself. lol! 😀  They remind me so much of ME. I call them my children. I’ve got their backs and their Moms backs too. We’re family.

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I’m head over heels in love with my children

I love my daughters so much – that I don’t know what to do.
I’m a parent whose got love for you and the love of your kids too.

We are all in this together and our kids need not know
that they were born into a cesspool dubbed ‘the race hate show.’

White hoodies are not in fashion, or marketed for kids play –
so why do we continue to let their limitations run the day?

White people with Black children have embraced joy by far
because they could not refute the love or the size of their hearts.

Logic is about being smart, but logic doesn’t come into play
when God gives you a child. They are the sun in your day.

Heather, Angela, Kristin, Mike and myself are parenting Black offspring.
And each of us will go to the earths end if we could ensure that it will bring

a less bias world and more opportunities for them to love,
I’m Qui
On some familial “ooo wee – that we need to look at and hug.

Why are my white family members so fearful for their kids sake?
Talk about it today — our best futures are all at stake.