A letter for Lesley McSpadden

My prayers and thoughts are with the people, as a whole, in the town of Ferguson, MO and all the other cities around the U.S which have been effected by similar actions in the same ways.

But more importantly, my heart ACHES for Mike Brown mother, Lesley McSpadden, who after 11 or so days, has yet to be able to properly bury her son and mourn his passing, in peace and quiet the way a mother is supposed to do.

I can not speak for Ms. McSpadden, personally, nor do I know her, but as a mother myself, tears form in the wells of my eyes, feeling the deepness of this woman’s pain, and other mother’s who have their children snatched from their arms. Her grief, her torment; the constant visual reminder she has to live with day by day, of her young son dead in cold blood.

Not only has she lost a child, but she is continuously reminded of it at every turn she makes, with every step she takes, and possibly will be, for many more years to come. She has to listen to the accusations, hate, slander, thrown this way and that way from all sides of the field; from people who know nothing and think they know everything.

I am so sorry.

Mike Brown has not had a formal memorial yet, which is deeply saddening. I do not know Ms. McSpadden personally, but I feel your hurt. Your pain. Your rage. Your tiredness. Your restlessness. Your sleepless night’s. Your desire to find some peace, even though in this reality, you will never get that. The pain she must feel to not even be able to properly bury her son in a timely fashion, almost two weeks later, is deeply troubling.

My prayers are forever with you, Lesley McSpadden, and all the mothers and families which have to bury their children early and never find peace with it.

May God touch you in someway and bless you, that you may find some rest, and comfort of mind.

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Fibroids: What Women Need To Know

Originally posted on News One:

According to the National Institutes of Health (NIH), most American women will develop fibroids at some point in their lives. One study found that, by age 50, 80 percent of blacks and 70 percent of whites had fibroids.

In many cases, fibroids are believed to not cause symptoms, and in such cases, women may be unaware they even have them. However, according to HealthDay, black women are three times more likely than other groups to suffer from fibroid complications.

“Up to 80 percent of African American women will develop fibroids during their lifetime,” says Elizabeth A. Stewart, MD, Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology, Mayo Clinic. “The risk of fibroid surgeries is up to seven times increased for black women. When you look at the cost and impact on their health this has true public health implications.

One of the most frustrating aspects of a fibroid diagnosis is…

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The Internet Is Frightening

I just read the most heart-wrenching story, here, http://www.huffingtonpost.com/miriam-mufaro/menstrual-hygiene-must-be_b_5652340.html?ncid=txtlnkusaolp00000592.


I’ll say it. This world is full of evil.

Not fictionalized evil. NO. True suffering, which is so great in so many ways, one really doesn’t even know where to begin.

And it is not just this. Story after story of pain, hunger, suffering and destruction, from all over the globe. One corner to the other. Day after day. This, technology, is bringing reality to our front steps.


All we have is prayer.

Slow and Steady

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I  have been going back and forth with myself, trying to figure out which direction to take my work and what meaning I want my voice to have? What exactly do I want to get across to others when I am writing something for them to read? Where do I take my stance in the community? The world? Where do I draw the line? What impression do I want to leave on an individual?

So many questions come to my mind when I think of what is my purpose? Not just in life but more so in the words that I choose to speak and write?

While I search to find my own answers, I enjoy seeing what others have chosen to do with their talents and individual voices. The beautiful creations that they have poured heart and soul into, yet comes out so effortlessly like second nature.

It is so cool to find other artists work, their vision coming to life on page. It is inspirational and motivational, giving me a push in that direction I am called in.

This is thanks to the others, who have listened and executed flawlessly; creating a way for the next to follow.  

Ecclesiastes 3:13

On  this Sunday morning, I feel more than inspired, more than called to share in the goodness of our Creator. Whatever you elect to call Him, there is no denying his greatness upon our lives. Rather you choose to accept it of not, strictly your choice, He is ever-present, ever-knowing and ever-seeing. No soul can escape it’s Creator. All shall be held accountable in one way or another.


As guidance and comfort to the human. while he is in flesh on earth, is His given Spirit and his heavenly beings which do his will, whatever you may choose to call them. 

Every soul is equipped with a gift. Rather you use this gift of art, writing, song, dance, speaking, teaching for good or bad, is truly one’s choice. In the end, each one is held accountable for one’s chosen path. 

For those who do His good, is greatness beyond one’s limited understanding. Because the flesh is covered with a veil, it is not able to see this, what is True, what is beyond human sight. The soul has to seek that, which calls from within. The picture which we are giving is what’s made visible before our eyes; what a great illusion that is. 

Love one another, your spouse, your children, your families. Giving thanks for what is provided to you. Thinking of others which don’t live in the same comfort.

Life in the flesh is short. 

Proverbs 18:9

"Most religious text was written to be a guide and not instruction manuals on how we are supposed to live your life."  -Derrick Moore

“Most religious text was written to be a guide and not instruction manuals on how we are supposed to live your life.” -Derrick Moore

Proverbs 18:9- He that is slothful in his work is brother to him that is a great waster.

How great and powerful is His words. When I think of just lying around and doing nothing with myself, with my life, His word is always a place to go for clarity.