Author Highlight: C. Lynette

Today’s author highlight is C. Lynette. She is one of the eight authors whose work will be featured in the Tyranny of Evil: The Hearts of Men anthology.

On August 28th, 2015, Bleeding Pen Publishing Presents “Tyranny of Evil: Hearts of Men”
This anthology features eight authors with all e-book proceeds going directly to charity. The charity is called The Innocence Project and you can find out more about this charity via their link: http://www.innoceneceproject.org.

C. Lynette’s Contribution to the book is the short story titled “Deadly Games.”

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C. Lynette was born in Northwest Indiana but raised in Southeast Michigan. She knew she was destined to write from the age of 9 when she was just submitting short stories to her elementary school newspaper. Upon graduating from high school, C. Lynette turned her attentions to Journalism. She has had 17 articles published in various Michigan newspapers and even in the South Bend Tribune. It took 8 years, but she finally took a leap of faith and decided to write, with some encouragement from her friends and family. C. Lynette lives in Indianapolis with her 3-year old son and works for the State of Indiana.

You can reach out to C. Lynette by any of the following means.
Facebook – http://facebook.com/writerclynette or http://facebook.com/clynettewrites
Twitter – http://twitter.com/cgotti22
Goodreads – http://goodreads.com/clynette
Website – http://burkscry.wix.com/clynette or http://clynette.weebly.com
Instagram – Writer_C_Lynette
Email – writerclynette@gmail.com

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EXCERPT (click the link to access the book)

Chapter: Blacks And Hennessey Pt 2
He poured himself some Hen, on which I passed. I didn’t need it for what I was about to do to him. I wanted him to get as loose as possible, because he was about to take this L in a major way. Although he was confident in his abilities, when he drinks a little he gets real loose-lipped. I let him get it all out and I took it all in. He was a cunning linguist, but I was about to make him tap out. He didn’t even know it.

“And, your head game is okay. I can ignore it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “I’m sorry, that sounded like the weakest challenge I’ve ever heard. You know better.”

He smiled as he rolled his eyes. A small smirk remained on his face as his eyes diverted toward the TV. That’s when I made my move.

I slid off the sectional to the floor, on my knees directly in front of him. His eyes never left the TV as he licked his lips with anticipation. He always loved a challenge, and I was about to present him with a version of it he had never seen. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans; watching his manhood twitch and jump as it grew within the confines of his boxer. Then I sat back down on the couch.

He wanted to play “hard to get” so I played the game right back with him. If I didn’t have his attention when I partially freed him, I certainly had it now. He looked at me with a semi-angered, disbelief look.
I let him simmer for a few more minutes before I leaned over and worked my magic touch. I released his manhood free of its prison. He readjusted himself but I warned him, “no, no. Keep watching TV. Don’t pay me any mind.”

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It Started With a Drink Pt. 1

This is a poetic duet between Passion Poet and I. I read a lot of his poetry, and being a lover of reading poetry, I asked him if he wanted to do a collab on one. He does erotic poetry and I write erotic romance books, so I figured it would/could be fun. We started it on Friday and finished it Sunday night. We fed off of each other’s energy and writing and when it was finally concluded; we had a 12 page poem. CLEARLY we would need to break it up. So this is part 1 of one of the juiciest poems I’ve ever read and/or participated in. I hope you all enjoy it. There is strong language, sexual content… you already know viewer discretion is advised.

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His verses are in regular text and mine are bolded. The image that is on the cover and inserted in this post is entitled “Midnight Tango”. It is a painting done by artist Ronald McDowell. In order to find out more about this paint and possibly purchase it, please click on the following link: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/moonlight-tango-ron-mcdowell.html

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I see you across the room, and I smile;
Your beauty captivates with the allure of delicacy.
I wonder, “Can I get you to unwrap your fear of the unknown?
Can I see the beauty hidden from view of the world? Can I get you to trust?”
My eyes seek yours and my heart skips two beats in a row.
What I thought was beauty was an understatement –
You captivate me with exquisite enchanting eyes that draw me close.
I send you a drink and a note:

“Come, lay with me.”

I look at the bartender, the drink and the note in front of me
I go back to see if our eyes will meet again
The internal debate: should I take this bait, should I make him wait?
I mean, it’s just one drink, I think we should chat a little bit.
From your genuine advances, to the passion I see burning in your eyes,
They’re causing flames to run through my body,
Slowly…
Even the moisture is starting to seep out;
But I won’t give in that easy, not before I know what lies within.
So I return you the favor, a drink and a note.

“Come, take it from me.”

So I saunter over, wearing confidence
Like a three piece suit and wing-tips, ever as dapper as you please;
Drink dangling untouched from careful fingers.
My gaze lingers on your face, then slowly caresses every curve.
“Voluptuous” my thought, “let’s play this game,
Let’s see how far this lady is willing to go…
I want to unravel her poise, release the beast that is so tightly reined in
Let her skin glow with the Passion of our lovemaking…”
Aloud I reply, “I’m here, pretty lady…

Are you ready to cum?”

My thoughts began running together
“Did he just ask me if I’m ready to cum
Aloud so everyone could hear?” I thought
From your head to your toes, I gave you a once over
Stopping only to examine what hid behind your pants
I imagined you were raging, loins filled with lust
Ready to burst through walls and take me down
You were confident to suggest as much, and approach me
So I’ll continue this game of chess we’re playing
“I’ve been waiting on you to make your move, all night.”

Oh I see the lady is up for my game
She may be the Queen, but I’m the gallant Knight
That will make her mine by the end of the night
Checkmating by default – no one will tap out
But strategy will be the rule throughout our exchange
As Knights do, I moved my hand
And touched her cheek
As the music changed

“Let’s dance.”

He countered my offer with one of his own
So we danced to the sounds of a slow jazz song
Like he paid the Dee-Jay to play it
We two stepped in a sensual pattern
Forgetting we were still in a public place
He pulled me closer to him
Leaning down, breathing into my neck.
I almost came undone, but I would not be outdone
I pulled his mouth to mine
As our lips and tongues began to dance to their own tunes.

I pulled her close as our kiss deepened;
Lengthened like my Passion hidden from view,
But felt, as my hardness grazed her entrance.
I nearly groaned, but I felt my resolve tighten
And I swirled her around with jazz infused promises …
All others faded into the background
Just her and I in the foreground of our foreplay
Nothing else mattered except tasting her lips
As our hips parted and met…
And parted and met…
And parted… and…

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I’m loving this song….

The electricity between him and me has grown exponentially
If it weren’t for the light applause around us
I barely think we would have stopped dancing at all
He was a worthy opponent I decided
And I wanted to dance with him again
But I needed to feel his flesh touching my flesh
I wanted to be intertwined in his presence
Drunk off of his movements
But we had a game to finish, and I refused to fold first
“Thank you for that dance” I say as I head back to my seat
Leaving him where he stood.

Oh no, my lady, you can’t end this here
The power is not in your hands tonight
I might be a Knight, but under my shining armour
My Kingly attire hides

My locs are tossed
My eyes closed
And opened again

“Stop.”

I see her twirl anger flashing – I’m guessing
She’s not used to being ordered around…

I continue, “I just wanted to continue
Discussing our love of dancing
And jazz
In private…”

I led the way to exit from that room and towards the front door
He grabbed a special collection
From his massive Jazz records and met with me
Gliding up the stairs to my tucked away hiding place
It felt like the door took forever to unlock,
But when it did —
Something took a hold of me
I had to give myself a pep talk to calm my nerves
The moon was out just right and when he played the music
The rhythm led me in a way I never imagined

The music caught us and we were transported
Enraptured as we were captured by the riffs
Moving sensually in time to the groove
I was her sax, she was my guitar
We moved in the rhythm of our pulsing hearts
Grinding in the melodies of mutual desire

My hands gripped her ass as my kiss was resumed
I was consumed with the need to dance the night away
As Contrane wailed I sailed into bliss
My groan scatting across your skin
As my teeth graze your neck
Hinting at the dance that is to come…

“Have you ever made love
To the sounds of Miles Davis?”
I asked him with a glimmer in my eye
He replied he hadn’t, but he had him in his collection
I beckoned him to retrieve that tune
‘Night In Tunisia’ blaring does something to me
And tonight I was going to do something to him
If he let me.

“I’m intrigued,” I said, “Do with me as you wish.
My kiss was lingering, longing for her surprise
I pulled away, rifled through the tracks
Found the one that makes her wet
And put it in ….

“I like to dance naked,
Feel free to join me”
As I stepped out of my dress, revealing my bra and panties set
I gave him no time to respond.
I kept dancing and pretended it was miles and me
The horn blaring, placing me back in the early 40s.
The trumpet caused goosebumps to run down my spine
My hands roamed around my body, not paying attention
Forgetting I had company, I began to be my own company

That black lace set made my blood boil
My breath hitched, I tried to remain cool
I wanted to be a part of this transformation
But felt that my intrusion would spoil the illusion
So – I stepped back, letting the moonlight catch her curves
I drank in her rapture – goddess swathed in black lace
And I, helpless, caught up in her spell…

I kept watching…

I turned around to face my embarrassment
Apologetically gazing into his eyes
Still surprised that he was fully dressed.
He awoke an awareness, that I had hidden,
I quickly searched for something to cover up my shame.

“No, don’t be ashamed, don’t cover up.”
My hands caught her hands as she reached for her dress
“I saw you uninhibited, unconstrained and free
And that makes me feel you in ways I can’t describe in words.
So… let me show you…”

I loved her vulnerable, naked soul,
Even though physically still clad in black lace
And I needed to share her nakedness.
And so I did the only thing I knew
I traced her face with my fingertips
I kissed away the tears shining behind wide eyes
I pulled her dress away from gripping nails
And plastered my desire upon her
Our bodies clung together
Air could not fit between us.

This wasn’t part of the game
Or how it was supposed to go
His scent was so intoxicating
I became inebriated from the lack of space between us
Flightless, airless, i was high off my emotions
And I could feel his eyes fixed upon me
My desire burning deep from within.
I embraced my own nakedness and decided to stand proud
Never had a man made love to me with his words and just looks
This was a new one in my book.

I kissed her.
I could no longer stand
Space between her lips and mine.
Time stood shock still as flesh touched
Ambience forgotten as we melted into that moment….
Fingers traced sweet lace
Hooked elastic and tugged
Even as she became my respirator,
Giving me life.

I released myself from our lip locking
Wanting to show him my appreciation
I slid down his body, to the floor I went
Unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants
Hoping he didn’t spur my advance
Taking a peek at the beast slightly still asleep
I’d soon show him what secrets lie wanton inside of me.

Beast aroused, my eyes flickered
As my pants lowered
Lust and desire beacons on my face
Showing the directions to the place
Where lasting memories are made…
Eyes locked, I stepped out of the fabric
As if my magic, my Passion started to rise….
Let’s see what she does with manhood’s stiffened prize …

I’ve always prided myself on being a no-hands type of girl
Because when it comes to my gift of giving, I don’t need none
From the tip of my tongue to the wet, tight channels of my mouth
An impressive showing I would show
I ran my tongue from tip, down the shaft, to the base of his manhood
Before I reanalyzed his size.
I would make him a perfect fit for me
Enveloping his size from the defined wide mouth
I tried to swallow him whole, and tickle his fancy
Sucking while flicking my tongue and squeezing him firmly
I need to make him squirm for me…

“Oh fuck,” I thought,
“This girl is good!”
I braced my back,
She inhaled my wood,
And I could not even find strength enough to moan…..
My Passion slid deeper
Did her throat squeeze my head that time?
What day is it?
Where am I?
Ohhhhhh Gawd ….

He’s twitching and fighting
The feelings inside of him
I know he’s ready to release
But I want him to struggle just a little more
So I’ll grasp it between my lips and tongue just a little softer
Bob my head just a little slower
Massage the sack that holds his seeds
Humming softly, a sexual lullaby
His hands grip my head…

I grip her head and slowly thrust.
My God! I’m fighting not to bust this nut
But she feels oh so good
Resolve slips like the control I can’t hold
And, with a moan,
My seed paints her throat. …

Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk……

She’s still sucking
I’m writhing
Can’t take any more ….

He’s fighting, I got him
He can’t take anymore, I can tell.
But I refuse to release until I’m sure I got it all
‘Til the last drop had been dropped
Until he loosens his grip
Until I hear him exhale.

Author Highlight: Introducing Author C. Lynette

Today’s Author highlight is me, Crystal Burks aka Chantilese (Gotti) aka C. Lynette.

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“I was born by the river, in a little tent. And just like the river I been running, ever since. It’s been a long. A long time coming but I know, a change’s gon’ come!” That opening line from Sam Cooke describes her life perfectly. C. Lynette was born in Northwest Indiana but raised in Southeast Michigan. She knew she was destined to write from the age of 9 when she was just submitting short stories to her elementary school newspaper. Upon graduating from high school, C. Lynette turned her attentions to Journalism. She has had 17 articles published in various Michigan newspapers and even in the South Bend Tribune. It took 8 years, but she finally took a leap of faith and decided to write, with some encouragement from her friends and family. C. Lynette lives in Indianapolis with her 3-year old son and works for the State of Indiana. Keep an eye out for Urban Lit under her pen name Chantilese.

Facebook – http://facebook.com/writerclynette or http://facebook.com/clynettewrites
Twitter – http://twitter.com/cgotti22
Goodreads – http://goodreads.com/clynette
Website – http://burkscry.wix.com/clynette or http://clynette.weebly.com
Instagram – Writer_C_Lynette
Email – writerclynette@gmail.com

How does it feel to be published?
It is truly amazing. April 1st, last year, I had no ideas or even dreams of having a physical book in my hand that was written by me. I’m still in shock!

What inspired you to become a published author?
There were several people who inspired me. The original concept for the book came from my son’s father. There were some snags in the initial plan, so I worked around the problem and “got er done.” Then I had encouragement from several friends and family members including the awesome authors James D Sanders and Michele Kimbrough. Celese White-Cooper also kept her foot in my behind. Keep a look out for her though. And I cannot forget Queayna Battle. I hit a rough patch and almost stopped writing and then we got to talking about some things that happened when we were in school together and it encouraged me to get back in the writing lab.

What is your preferred genre?
I might have taken the easy road and wrote about sexscapades. Erotica is simply easy, to me, to write. I feel like that one line from “Gotta Have You” by Stevie Wonder, when it comes to writing about sex. “And although someone else may have said them, I’ll say it in a way you never heard.” That is my goal. But as far as preferred, I don’t have one.

Are you working on any other titles?
I’m working on and developing several. Ebony Articles 2 and 3, an untitled horror/thriller, a street lit book and a slew of novellas, based on some chapters of the Ebony Articles series.

Do you have a favorite author which influences your work?
I credit Beverly Jenkins with the most profound influence. I met her while I was still in high school, and got a couple of her books from the Reading Is Fundamental program ran in Michigan. I found the love of reading again— until I got to college and it was required. But I still have her books and remind myself of where I want to eventually be. Another influence is Zane — although I’ve actually never read any of her books.

Do you have any bad writing habits you would advise new authors to avoid?
Procrastination, no matter how good you are on deadlines, is NOT your friend.

Do you write full time or do you have a day job as well?
I am a full time Secretary in EMS Certifications for the State of Indiana. I am also a fulltime mommy, cook, cleaning crew, teacher, professional child bather, storytime teller, cuddler, playmate, etc.

What hobbies keep you busy when you’re not working and/or writing?
I love watching movies and playing Facebook games.

Self-promotion is hard work, what types of promotion do you find most beneficial?
Networking and supporting other authors are the best types of promotion. Let me tell you why. With self promotion, you will only get so far. You know a limited number of people and unless you’re out in the streets pushing your novels/books like an underground rapper pushes his CDs, you’re not getting too far. Through networking with other authors and promoting/supporting other authors you often gain not only a supporter, but a friend. Sometimes they’ll plug your book and sometimes they’ll buy your book.

Can you share a random thought, or a favorite quote with your readers?
“In the night I hear them talk the coldest story ever told. Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul, from a woman so heartless.” – Kanye West (Heartless will be the Autobiography of me.)

Do you have a go to writing spot?
Work. SHHHHHH, don’t tell them.

What’s on your to read list?
I’ll be finishing up Perfection by JL Campbell, The Forbidden Man by Elle Wright (ARC I received), What’s Happening Brother by Mario D King (coming July 4th), Scandalous Deceit 2 by Moni G, Home by Adrienne Thompson, The Come Up by Nia Forrester, Love Never Felt So Good by Barbara Joe Williams (comes on May 22) and Holiday Hotel 3 (July 1st), and The College President by Xyla Turner. (clearly, I have to finish them before my July release lol)

Who is your favorite character? Why?
In Situations – Jay – he was a sparkplug/live wire; but he couldn’t help it that’s just who he was. He never apologized for being himself and he was kinda rugged. My type of guy *smiles* (written by James D Sanders)
In Prudence – Prudence – her situations remind me of some things that I had willingly (and at one point would have willingly) put myself in for the sake of not being alone and believing I was in love. And to think I didn’t like her at first, but upon reading her story, it became ever so evident that I could have been her. (written by Michele Kimbrough)
In The Worst THOTs Ever – Ceanna – Because you can only take so much crap for so long until you snap the &*@# out and “whoop that trick!” (written by Jessica Wren)

What can your readers expect from you in the future?
Bigger and better 🙂

Finish this sentence: One thing my readers don’t know about me is:
“I will not lose.”
And I quote movies and TV shows for a living. I mean my movie quote game is serious. Like so serious I mean, “I’m surgical with this b*tch!”

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Chapter: Blacks And Hennessey Pt 2
He poured himself some Hen, on which I passed. I didn’t need it for what I was about to do to him. I wanted him to get as loose as possible, because he was about to take this L in a major way. Although he was confident in his abilities, when he drinks a little he gets real loose-lipped. I let him get it all out and I took it all in. He was a cunning linguist, but I was about to make him tap out. He didn’t even know it.

“And, your head game is okay. I can ignore it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “I’m sorry, that sounded like the weakest challenge I’ve ever heard. You know better.”

He smiled as he rolled his eyes. A small smirk remained on his face as his eyes diverted toward the TV. That’s when I made my move.

I slid off the sectional to the floor, on my knees directly in front of him. His eyes never left the TV as he licked his lips with anticipation. He always loved a challenge, and I was about to present him with a version of it he had never seen. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans; watching his manhood twitch and jump as it grew within the confines of his boxer. Then I sat back down on the couch.

He wanted to play “hard to get” so I played the game right back with him. If I didn’t have his attention when I partially freed him, I certainly had it now. He looked at me with a semi-angered, disbelief look.
I let him simmer for a few more minutes before I leaned over and worked my magic touch. I released his manhood free of its prison. He readjusted himself but I warned him, “no, no. Keep watching TV. Don’t pay me any mind.”

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WIP (Writing In Progess) – Just a snippet from the upcoming Ebony Articles 2
Untitled but the Placeholder title is “In Process”

“So sorry about your wait, can I take your drink orders,” I heard a deep voice say. I looked up at the waiter; a skinny milk chocolate-colored man with dreads perfectly braided and tied up in the back. He reminded me of that football player from Seattle. He was sexy and I must have been staring too hard and too long because Bryce spoke up.

“You good. Let me get water,” I snapped to and scrunched my face up at Bryce.

“And for you ma’am?” I glanced at his name tag, to make it a little less informal.

“Jason, my guy, you already messed up,” I put a playful tone in my voice to let him know it was all jokes.

“What did I do?”

“When taking orders of any kind, you should start with the woman. It’s not a written rule, but generally that’s what helps you get the bigger tips, especially being a male server and my name is Tia,” I said smiling intensely at him. I glanced over at Bryce, who had his eyebrows raised at me. “Sorry, I’ll take a Long Beach Ice Tea,” I finally answered. Bryce shot a look at me that I hadn’t seen since we first met. “I mean, a glass of water,” I changed my decision.

Jason looked at Bryce and nodded his head in approval. “That’s amazing man.”

“What?” Bryce asked.

“You got her to change her mind just by looking at her. I wish I had that kind of control over a woman,” Jason praised him, much to Bryce’s delight.

I began to protest, “Whoa. I am…”

“It’s not about controlling your woman dawg. It’s about leading her to the better decision,” he cut me off. I shot him a look and he smiled at me with intent. I nodded in agreement to what I knew was going on. It was a game and we were going to have to follow through to conclusion.

“I will not lose,” I mouthed to him.

Jason shook Bryce’s hand and proceeded to get our drinks.

When I felt he was out of earshot I spoke. “So we’re going to do this? You really want to play a live game of chess with me?”

“You’re not going to flirt with another man in front of me.”

Author Spotlight with C. Lynette

Much love and appreciation to Maci Dillon over at Love, Lust, Erotic Pleasures (http://love-lust-erotic-pleasures.com) for this interview. CHECK IT OUT!!!!

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C. Lynette

 Author of Ebony Articles: Volume 1

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A Moment with C. Lynette

1.  What inspired you to become a published author? One of my good friends, and fellow author, James Sanders.

2.  What is your preferred genre? I really don’t have one. I just write whatever comes to mind. Sex, sometimes, is the first thing that comes to mind.

3.  Have you written in other genres or do you expect to do so in the future? I expect to get the erotica out of my blood soon and look into something else. Not sure what yet.

4.  Do you have a favorite author which influences your work? My favorite authors haven’t necessarily written erotica, more romance. But amongst them are Beverly Jenkins, Michele Kimbrough, L Logan Chandler…

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In Conclusion

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I am finishing out this month with a few pictures and captions from my cousin’s facebook page. He’s been educating through Facebook; Russell A. Johnson

Today concludes Black History Month officially. However, it should not be the last day that black history is taught. We should be able to learn about more people other than aeshtically pleasing, aka “safe”, blacks in history. Whether it is positive or negative, whether it was good or bad, whether they were poor and had their ideas/inventions stolen or they were rich and had their ideas/inventions stolen…. history is history regardless of history.

Carter G. Woodson started the week with the idea of teaching little brothers and sisters about their heritage in a society that took our identity. We are the only peoples without a “native” tongue. We were stripped and intentionally systematically brainwashed into adopting foreign ideas; only to see that (in 2014) the same persons who came and conquered a land of “savages” and didn’t learn the native language of the land, want to require newcomers to America to learn English in order to reside here.

Morgan Freeman also had a point. I’m sick of black history month too. Not because it is the “shortest month” and not because we really do only tend to be taught about a few people as if we ALL came from like 15 individuals. I’m sick of black history month because we are all part of the history, black, white, indian, native, chinese, etc. History is created by humans, not by race/creed/ethnicity. But to argue with Mr. Freeman, if we don’t continue this month…. we’ll never know about some of the people that I’ve even just learned about this year.

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Here is the first black female opera singer; Marian Anderson.

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Here is the first boxer to win a world boxing championship; and hold a whole bunch of titles until a young boxer named Joe Louis came along.

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Here is the first black filmmaker, Oscar Devereaux Micheaux. He successfully produced silent films and talking pictures without the support of white film studios.

Without this month, some knowledge would be forgotten and things would continue to hold us down. Without this month, people like Jordan Davis, Oscar Grant and Trayvon Martin would be dismissed as thugs; as if there’s no redemption and no one can change.

This is the one time I can actively see people educating and coming together. The one time people seem to have some act right. Now if we could only honor the people who fought so that we could have the privilege of “twerking” and being “ratchet”… then and only then would we be on the right track. Let’s be serious, that isn’t cute or cool. It’s time to grow up.

We need to teach our young black males and females self respect, dignity… and I’m not just preaching to the choir. I’ve done unsavory things that I’m not proud of. I’ve been “ratchet” a few times and I’ve been unworthy of being called a proud black woman. But I now have a son and I have to be strong enough, smart enough and wise enough to raise him in the way he should go. I need to teach him right from wrong and give him a sense of pride to look up to. He needs to know that he can invent, fly, run, play sports, dance, rap, sing, draw, go to the moon and do whatever he wants to do and be all that he can be. And he will know that I will not allow injustice to happen to him. He will not be afraid, but will be cautious. He will not be disrespected, but will command respect. He will not be a heathen, for he is a son of God and will learn this. He will know of the sacrifices of all colored peoples, both enslaved and free; African, Islanders, Asian and/or otherwise; he will know what he can achieve and will achieve them.

In closing, I hope you all have kept an eye on the news. With the potential passing of a law in Arizona that would give restaurant owners the right to deny LBGT patrons; there’s a chance that history will reverse for a time and we (as black folks) will see us being denied the same rights that many were imprisoned and tortured, threatened and died for. I’m not here to debate the morality, correctness or anything else…. just telling you to open your eyes.

Until next time
*deuces*