Maya Angelou

Indescribable emotion; just still/just silent.
Reflecting on what a life fulfilled looks like.

Although my accomplishments are many, I've been blessed with seeing many places & shook the hand of some of the greatest; living a life many only dream of my desire is to have an expected end. An end when the period is strategically placed and there is no question that I accomplished to do what I was sent for.

Indescribable emotion; just still/just silent.
Reflecting on what a life fulfilled looks like.

#evenebony #RIPMAYA

 

 

 

 

 

Beautiful Black Queen

My Beautiful Black Queen
Every black mans recited scene
Yet he loves the color of the fence in the American dream

What will they say
What will they think
If I bring home a girl with a little kink
With a little sass
With a little twist
Full lips and wide hips?


A younger version of my mama is my public platform plea
While my manly hunt for the opposite is my hidden reality
TV and History spells out what beauty should be, so like a slave my actions are loud and my convictions a whisper as I declare the innocence of illiteracy when I really can read.

Choosy brothers choose Jiff
Oh wait its brown....
so I declare Im not hungry while eating bread with no edges tryna force it down

Im not appalled that its me you dont see in the mirrors reflection of beauty
Its when your words call me beautiful but your heart doesnt really desire me
Dont get on stage with your "Beautiful Black Queens"
But Im not invited backstage because of my dark skin


You see my worth
Understand my strength
But to raise a family with me is not your delighted picketed fence


Imagine an abuser declaring his love
A liar resounding boldly the truth be told
A cheater publishing books about faithfulness
A thief driving a Brinks truck
A soldier with no inner fight or battle gear
An activist declaring equal rights for everyone but queers
A heterosexual kissing their own kind
A police with delinquent drunk driving fines


Take your vows, make your pleas
Just let them be the words you live by and not a rehearsed elegy

No longer will I be your 'cute for a black girl' exception
When I know that I am an honest mans preference


#evenebony

Love

Love

I have never really known you, but I know you.
I have never heard you, but I know what you sound like.
I have never felt you, but I know the healing of your embrace

Love

I have studied you
I have yearned for you
I have been promised you
You belong to me and I patiently await your arrival

Love

I know what youre not through my experiences
I know what youre not through my hurts
I know what youre not through my disappointments

Love

You live in me
I give you
I breathe you
I commune with you
Yet I know you not

Love

If you feel anything like a child playing in my hair or walking on my back...I welcome you.
If you feel anything like a pedicure after a long day on my feet or a cool breeze in the heat...I welcome you.

Love


#evenebony



I will let you enjoy the words of the infamous Barbara Mason as she declares "Yes, Im Ready"





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JGPcOkebXc  

I don't even know how

to love you
Just the way you want me to
but I'm ready, ready to learn
Yes I'm ready, ready to learn
to fall in love
to fall in love
to fall in love
with you

I don't even know how
to hold your hand
just to make you understand
but I'm ready, ready to learn
yes, I'm ready, ready to learn
to hold your hand
and make you understand
to hold your hand
right now....

Imaginery Friends

 

As a child I had imaginary friends that were a part of my real life.

As an adult they have grown with me and we still talk.

You may have to ask them for my wedded hand or contractual business plan.

I ask them if you're a real friend, my night and shining armor man, or if this interaction is forced by my flesh that'll convert into a lesson.

I believe in humanity but there's nothing like my imaginary friends.

I say I'm a loner and enjoy quiet nights at home but the truth is I'm technically not alone.

Why is it a secret...well what would the world think? They already thing I'm crazy recommending a shrink.

PTSD makes you create a new world no one can see.

My imaginary friends became my family, my serenity.

Was it the Holy Spirit disguised walking beside thee or are they really just different forms of me?

Either way they are loving, loyal, proven tried and true.

They aren't jealous when I connect with someone real.

There ultimate goal is to have someone take their place, so that I experience loves touch for real.

They'll never abandon me but take extended stays

to allow for that touch feel of cotton, the fabric of our lives.

Where do they live?

Under my bed.

They come out to listen to my day

Or have dance crave parties in the mirror with a brush and hair spray.

They age with me which means we'll perish together.

I wonder if they'll have children so they can play with mine during life's stormy weather.

My imaginary friends

My Words...The Key

 

My words may mean nothing to you now as I embrace this training ground.
I know Maya knew the caged bird could sing when it muttered not a sound.
Oprah was aware she was great when she was victimized through rape.
Nikki G was the artist and the crowd, as no one heard her screaming aloud.

When you are famous everything you do becomes famous.
It matters not today that I use cottonelle but tomorrow it’ll sale off the shelves.
Where I go will become landmarks.
What I endorse will turn gold.
What I give will be priceless, held on til its old with hopes of being sold.
My normalcy will make headlines.
My life will be revered.
My death will be a mystery to uncover what was hid.
My words may mean nothing to you now but this is why I share:
In a world where there are free prisoners, the best rescuer is one that has been rescued with care.
Reaching way down to a pit of people silently screaming “Give us our free” with no chains, no locks, just a distorted reality.
I am only able to relive what was done to me when I watch someone else become free; for the life of bondage I once knew will never again be.
I don’t know what to call us…some call us writers, some call us revolutionaries, others call us preachers/prophets, life coaches, moguls, entrepreneurs, phenomena’s, philanthropists, proprietors and the like.

All we know is that we were once silenced and when we found our voice, what came out made history.
All we know is that we didn’t look the part but when we discovered the beauty within every major publication tryna squeeze us in.
All we know is that they said we would be nobody because of where we’d been…but look at us now, where were going no man can comprehend.

I am enjoying sharing via the web as there shall come a day that a publicist will be typing while im on vacay.

My words may mean nothing to you now as I embrace this training ground.
I know Maya knew the caged bird could sing when it muttered not a sound.
Oprah was aware she was great when she was victimized through rape.
Nikki G was the artist and the crowd, as no one heard her screaming aloud.

 

My words may mean nothing to you now as I embrace this training ground.

I know Maya knew the caged bird could sing when it muttered not a sound.

Oprah was aware she was great when she was victimized through rape.

Nikki G was the artist and the crowd, as no one heard her screaming aloud.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                             

Mama I made it....

 Mama,

I was at a high school sharing 'my story' and it dawned on me for the first time that I had made it. To have those students eagerly inquiring of my journey and feeling honored to shake my hand, get a hug, or receive a personal word of encouragement made me feel like a local celebrity. No I have not arrived but I have certainly made it. There were many instances when I did not think I would make it. There were many instances when people said I would not make it. Instance, after Instance, after Instance.....yet I made it!

As you find your way to recovery I honor you knowing that your one truest wish was that I would make it. Well...this mothers day season I want you to find peace knowing that I did. I remember vividly the times you would pray for your children. Whether you were intoxicated, neglectful, absent, or abusive there remained a sincerity of heart for your baby girl to be more than you could ever give her. Your own need to be loved didn't allow you to give what your heart desired and your own demons sabotaged what your truest intent was BUT GOD heard you! He loves you sooo very much! What a blessing it has to be to give birth to a generation of curse breakers! Glory! Something kinda like a biblical Mary if you ask me. People didn't understand why she was chosen to carry such a game changer but God knew. Mama I made it. No I have not arrived, but damn it I have made it!

Know that everywhere I go, I take you with me. All that you were not able to do...know that it is being done. I will always be known as Eulas daughter...and your legacy will forever live on. You  could have aborted me but you didn't. You could have left me in a dumpster but you didn't. You could have let the system have me but you didn't. You loved me...your chocolate butter ball. Yeah...you loved me. You still love me today...

No today I don't have a house on the hill to put you in but I give you my words, which means more to me than anything considering circumstances tried to steal my voice.

I am learning to be free and with this freedom comes revelation, forgiveness, and peace. My prayer is that freedom comes to you as well. May your knowing that I love you- free you.

You know how I know ive made it: because I sit at the same boardroom table of those that where my teachers and in some instances they work for me.lol. Quoted from a high school teacher asking me: how do you feel that I work for you?- cause he was tinkled pink knowing that he could take credit for my success. Well by dear, so can you :).

Happy Mothers Day Eula Fay Duncan

Queen

 

 

 

How can you give love and show kindness to someone you know has nothing to offer you nor any intent to reciprocate? Simple...When you are a seer you act of your position and purpose not out of the present circumstance. You learn to be quite... secure in the love, kindness, and security you are receiving from another source(s) . That's the beauty of being loved by somebody 'for real' and knowing who you are 'for real', it's almost like you have a bullet proof vest on when dealing with the contrary.

Think if of it this way; When you know who you are, how you feel doesn't matter. Feelings are deceiving and will have you living a sub standard tit for tat life as a King or Queen. Kings and Queens don't just sit on a thrown and look pretty, they have a responsibility to peasants as well.

When The Star asked me what is this EvenEbony concept. I replied: I don't know how to answer that today for it has not all been revealed but this I know: it's a brand that will have multiple components for the purpose of creating a platform for individuals, corporations, communities, and the world to take 'it' to the next level by finding freedom through the art of expression (which can come in many different forms). It's not a business...it's a campaign .

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