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May 24, 2008 at 2:10 pm · Filed under ABOLITION OF SLAVERY WAS DONE TWO CENTURIES AGO...WHY D, Al Sharpton on Human Rights, American History, Barak Obama for President, Black Army Reservists, Black Children, Black Family, Black History, Black Male Children and Poverty, black male teens, BLACK WOMEN DESTROYED DURING THE MIDDLE PASSAGE DURING, Blacks in Sports, BRUTALITY OF SLAVERY AND MIDDLE PASSAGE, Business and Human Rights Ethics, CHARLES DARWIN THEORY OF EVOLUTION AND THE ENDANGERED P, children and mothers's in slavery, CLINTON ON JOBS, Coping with Death, Coping with Emotional Pain of Tradegy, Coping with Loss, Culture lost and regained through slavery, Decline of African/Black American marriages, Faith, Family in Crisis, fear of being alone, fear of death and dying, Fear of the unknown, FICTION WRITING ABOUT SLAVERY, FREE WRITE, Have Faith in Spite of the Circumstances, Health, HILLARY CLINTON AND BARAK OBAMA, Hillary Clinton for President, Human Rights Issues, Lincoln and Douglas Debates, Negro Doll Makers, Negro Men In Medicine, Obama and his personal struggle, Obama on RAISE THE MINIMUM WAGE FOR ALL AMERICANS--spee, PAT BUCHANAN RACIST REMARKS ON SLAVERY IN AMERICA AND I, PAT BUCHANNON AND HIS VIEWS THAT BLACKS SHOULD BE THANK, plantations and broken black families, Poverty in America, Racism, Religion and our Faith, Religion and Trust in God, Rev. Wright and his Racist Comments, Save the Children, SELF REFLECTION, Selfesteem, Selfishness, Short stories by Amatuers, single parenting, slavery and broken black men, slavery and destroyed families, slavery and separated families, SLAVERY AND THE BLACK AMERICAN MARRIAGE IN TODAY'S SOCI, SLAVERY AND THE WEST INDIES AND ABROAD, THE KENNEDY FAMILY BACKS OBAMA, THE VOYAGE FROM MOTHERLAND AFRICA TO THE NEW LAND AMER, The wipping post and slavery, Thoughtless words, Trusting God for All things, Uncategorized, Views from Within, Writing and tagged: children and mothers in slavery, Culture lost and regained through slavery, Mini Short, plantations and broken black families, Short stories by Amatuers, slavery and broken black men, slavery and destroyed families, slavery and separated families, The wipping post and slavery
Ma name is John Smith.
Ah, been in dis here plantation since a
was a young chile..sold offin’
my Mama befo’ I was ten.
But Ah memba’ my Mama face
and my Mama hands.
My Mama face wuz brown
tired and sad.
She wore a ole’ faded
red head rag. She would
take me wid her to clean
the chicken coups
and feed the cows.
Ah would play and chase
the chickens!
One day the master
of da house came and
picked me out from
ma friends and told
my Mama it wuz time
fo’ me to go!
I wuz too big to
be playin’ anymo’.
The master sent ole’
Joe, the helper to carry me off
to the market to be
sold.
Ah cried and kicked and
screamed fo’ my
Mama.
She just stood a lookin’
after me and did not
move to help me!
Ah watched my Mama
grow tiny as the horse,
cart pulled me and the otha’ slaves who
was packed into it away from
my birth plantation to a
new and dangerous beginin’!
Ah wuz sold to the Williams.
Mr. Williams was kind, but
his son was the mean one.
He liked to beat slaves fo’ nuthin’
and then leave um to die if they
put up a fuss.
He would jus’ buy mo’
slaves the next day.
The Williams plantation
was a cotton plantation.
Hard work, pickin’ cotton,
cuts up yo’ hands and stuff.
Ah grew big and strong.
I could carry three times my weight
on a good day.
So young master Williams took
good care uh me.
But ah hated ta see
my friends suffer so.
One day we heard of the
UNDERGROUND RAILROAD.
Ah decided to run awa’.
No, Ah told ye, that Master Williams
wuz good to me. Ah just wanted to see
my Mama so bad.
Ah did not care about good treatment.
Ah wanted to be free!
Ah made a chance run fo’ it
one night.
Ah wuz tryin’ ta meet
up wid the UnderGround RailRoad
in the forest.
Ah, made a mistake.
I told ole’ Buck, who curries the
Master’s horses. He warn’ me
not to try it! Ah, told him to minds his business!
I could out run any dog, or horse….cause the master
fed me the best food cause ah carried the heavy loads and pulled
plows when the horses went lame.
Sos’ I think that is why I wuz caught so fast.
When they draggs’ me back to the
plantation, there was ole’ Buck a lookin’
at me. From a distance he kept gettin’
bigger, and bigger. He stood right at
the wipping post and look at me….just starin’
and shaking his ole’ grey head.
When they tied me up I could see dried
blood where other slaves had been beat.
It wuz a cloudy day.
It wuz a hot night.
They found me in the day and wup me
deep into da night.
Young Master Williams took a break
from his workin’ my back, and
then told his workers to continue on
till the next mornin’ just wupin’
my back.
I stop yellin’ and then I don’t
member nothin after dat.
All I know is that I found ma’self
sittin up here wit Jesus, and da
Angels.
Oh, and I found Mama too!
Except she got a big smile on
huh face, and she wearing a white
dress and she don’t look tired no’ mo’.
Fini~~~
Fiction Depiction of Slavery
by Riveroflifelisajoy
April 9, 2008 at 1:08 am · Filed under 107.5 WBLS, Black Family, Black History, BLACK HISTORY WOMENS HEALTH, Black Women Comedians, Black Women in Acting, Black Women Journalists, Fear of the unknown, Hot 97 Ms. Jones, The Wendy Williams Experience--Queen of the Shock Jocks, Thoughtless words, WENDY WILLIAMS EXPERIENCE, Wendy Williams Experience 107.5 wbls and tagged: 97, Don Imus Shock Jock Gets a Second Chance!, Hot 97, Howard Stern--Shock Jock, Wendy William, Wendy Williams
Today while driving and thinking on my own personal issues I switched from Hot 97 for HIP/HOP music and checked in on Wendy! Well, despite the issues of the Nicole Spence complaint Wendy is still on the air.
She sounds like herself, and she and Charlemagne are Yuck, yuck, yucking it Up! Talking about advice hour, and Wendy answering her own telephones.
It seemed almost like nothing negative had ever been talked about on Hot 97 from jealous Ms. Jones. It seemed like the shocking news had never been. And I wished it were true. But through it all Wendy has stood tall.
The first few days she appeared stressed and let her listening audience know it. She really does talk to her audience. Yesterday Wendy stated, “I don’t trust people!” I silently agreed with her in my head for my own reasons.
I hope that she deals honestly with her situation. You know….she is like the “friend in my head” radio personality. Although I would probably never tell anybody some of the things she has been known to say or discuss.
Wendy would ask the questions I would never ask. Some or many of Wendy ‘s opinions I do not agree with but are food for thought on alot of levels. You can learn from just about any body. But anyway, I digress….So Wendy and Charlemagne sounded like their old selves today.
Thank G-d for second, third, and fourth chances….uh….Howard Stern……uh….Don Imus….uh Shock Jock that harressed Hot 97 side kick of Ms. Jones in the morning….(what is that guy’s name anywhooo?)
Think about it fellow bloggers….
Till next time
riveroflifelisajoy
P.S. Maybe Tyler Perry should write a play about Black Journalist, and the lives they live….Oh, forgot….Wendy has her own movie coming out! —When is that movie set? Summer time seems like a good idea?!
I can’t wait to see that movie about Wendy Williams and her life. Ca’mon Ms. Jones @ Hot 97….make your movie too! Get moving! Maybe even get a perfume deal too!
LOLOL! Till next blog…..
April 2, 2008 at 11:31 am · Filed under Activities for Teens, All Race Families, amateur poetry and prose writing, and tradegy, Art, BAD BEDSIDE MANNER OF DOCTORS, being disabled and dependant, Black Children, Black Family, Black History, Black Male Children and Poverty, black male teens, Children, Children of All Races, children with seizure/epilepsy, Compassion for the Needy, Coping with Emotional Pain of Tradegy, Coping with Loss, Coping with Seizure, EPILEPSY, Faith, Family in Crisis, Family Leave Act and Epilepsy/seizure, fear of being alone, fear of death and dying, Fear of the unknown, Health, How Professional Mentors influence the Young, How to Respond to another's troubles, Insomnia, Leadership and Its Responsibility, Medical Crisis in the Family, PARENT AND CHILD ACTIVITIES TO BRING THE FAMILY TOGETHE, religion, Save the Children, SEIZURE DISORDER, Seizure Disorder and the Family Affects, SELF REFLECTION, single parenting, SLEEP AND HEALTH CONDITIONS, Thoughtless words, Uncategorized, Views from Within and tagged: Emotional Condition of a patient and family at medical, Fear of the unknown
Dry like the parchment of the
scroll of a writ
of so long ago
Thousands of years
hid away
Moments in the hands of
an anthropologist
crackling under his
sweaty palms
grasp
the dry old parchment
will melt away
if not put in sealed
archival containers
dry like the old linen dress
of yesteryear
like a ball of cottom in my mouth
the medical diagnosis
has come and gone
and now my sensations are
minimized
except for the diagnosis
pain that is ripping its’
way deep into my heart.
Trying to explain to my
child that he has to
take medication to save his
life.
Cotton mouth,
loss of taste for the
things you love.
Loss of sensation in my
feet and hands
Sitting I type not
feeling, not
wanting to feel the pain
deep searing a tunnel through
my stomach
I feel full,
gas overcomes my belly
cotton mouth
prevents me from
eating
like the fullness of
emptiness I hold
deep in my belly to
unfold until I scream from
pain and agony
Take the truth,
dealt the truth
no compassion
was the final blow
given
lost in a new
hell
fear of the unknown and
the diagonosis compells
the rickety fence of hell to
open and reveal the ominous
cavern that threatens to swallow
us whole
We must proceed my child
we must go in
Cotton mouth,
sweaty palms,
sweaty feet,
sudden compulsion to
release bodily fluids,
fight or flight sydrome
in full affect
compel me oh Lord
toward the light
Let taste return
Cotton Mouth–
I cannot swallow
for the diagnosis
itself is not paletable
The diagnosis was
given with such cold
precision like the blade
of the surgeons knife
Hold my hand my child
walk together we will
toward the tower of hell
but together we will
climb to heaven
despite the steely grasp of the Cotton mouth!
March 31, 2008 at 5:59 pm · Filed under All Race Families, amateur poetry and prose writing, and tradegy, Bias on the Job in regards to illness in the Family and, Black Children, Black Family, Black History, BLACK HISTORY WOMENS HEALTH, Black Male Children and Poverty, black male teens, Children, children with seizure/epilepsy, Compassion for the Needy, Coping with Death, Coping with Seizure, EPILEPSY, Family in Crisis, Family Leave Act and Epilepsy/seizure, Health, How to Respond to another's troubles, Human Rights Issues, Longlsland Jewish Hospital and Synder Children's Emerge, Medical Crisis in the Family, Schneider Children Neurology Dept., Seizure Disorder and the Family Affects, Selfishness, Thoughtless words and tagged: 15 year old seizure disorder, Coping with Death, Coping with Seizure, help to heal, how to give compassionate response, Schneider Children Hospital Neurology Department
Wonderful I said.
Yes, Just Wonderful!
The weather is bright,
The moon is just right……
Wonderful!
But yet—I cry.
Why me I said,
the child of mine lays
flat on the bed.
The sun is shining brightly outside
his bedroom window.
We were just getting ready to go home
And he became ill.
Wonderful, I had said,
Marvelous, Great Fantastic
I thought and then
he was prone
attacked by a seizure.
“I Need Help! I Need Help! I NEED HELP! I NEED HELP!
Was all I could say
I wanted to wail,
and scream and
drive that evil away!
I can’t watch, I can’t see
the Evil wretch which
threatened and attacked
my fifteen yearold baby!
So what?…that he is fifteen….does it matter?
If your husband, or wife take ill….does it
matter that he or she is 50 years old? or 35 years old?
Sickness, disease….NEVER come at the right time!
Death does not live in a life of reason
or ryhme….So please do not
ask me, or chide me and say….HOW OLD IS YOUR SON?
For when he lay prone against the hospital bed, and nothing left
to be said—-Look at him with love, look at him
with compassion…..for your family, your friends could be
sick tomorrow or the
day after…..just pray for me today
Don’t say, Well, he IS 15!
Well, a lady whose husband passed away at the age of 45 from a massive
heart attack was older….and the loss is deep, and troubling nonetheless…..–Remember Jack Ritter who died from a Massive Heart tear?— from
Three’s Company Fame?—Everyone Cared…and Cried
all the same!
Just offer a hand or a hug of compassion,
and a gentle breeze of concern….
Do not dismiss my challenge with
How Old is he? Even if he were age 18—-he still would need MY help!
Yes, he is still my child….
So yes, Wonderful!
It truly is Wonderful…when people can be responsive in a most
pleaseant way.
Why don’t you try that approach
today?
P.S.
THANKYOU SYNDER CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL @ LongIsland Jewish for helping my son—No matter what his Age!
FINI!
—-Riveroflifelisajoy
Dry like the parchment of the 
Wonderful I said. 
Riveroflifelisajoy's Weblog 
MIDDLE PASSAGE AND THE MEMORIES OF A SLAVE~~~Fiction by Riveroflifelisajoy
May 24, 2008 at 2:10 pm · Filed under ABOLITION OF SLAVERY WAS DONE TWO CENTURIES AGO...WHY D, Al Sharpton on Human Rights, American History, Barak Obama for President, Black Army Reservists, Black Children, Black Family, Black History, Black Male Children and Poverty, black male teens, BLACK WOMEN DESTROYED DURING THE MIDDLE PASSAGE DURING, Blacks in Sports, BRUTALITY OF SLAVERY AND MIDDLE PASSAGE, Business and Human Rights Ethics, CHARLES DARWIN THEORY OF EVOLUTION AND THE ENDANGERED P, children and mothers's in slavery, CLINTON ON JOBS, Coping with Death, Coping with Emotional Pain of Tradegy, Coping with Loss, Culture lost and regained through slavery, Decline of African/Black American marriages, Faith, Family in Crisis, fear of being alone, fear of death and dying, Fear of the unknown, FICTION WRITING ABOUT SLAVERY, FREE WRITE, Have Faith in Spite of the Circumstances, Health, HILLARY CLINTON AND BARAK OBAMA, Hillary Clinton for President, Human Rights Issues, Lincoln and Douglas Debates, Negro Doll Makers, Negro Men In Medicine, Obama and his personal struggle, Obama on RAISE THE MINIMUM WAGE FOR ALL AMERICANS--spee, PAT BUCHANAN RACIST REMARKS ON SLAVERY IN AMERICA AND I, PAT BUCHANNON AND HIS VIEWS THAT BLACKS SHOULD BE THANK, plantations and broken black families, Poverty in America, Racism, Religion and our Faith, Religion and Trust in God, Rev. Wright and his Racist Comments, Save the Children, SELF REFLECTION, Selfesteem, Selfishness, Short stories by Amatuers, single parenting, slavery and broken black men, slavery and destroyed families, slavery and separated families, SLAVERY AND THE BLACK AMERICAN MARRIAGE IN TODAY'S SOCI, SLAVERY AND THE WEST INDIES AND ABROAD, THE KENNEDY FAMILY BACKS OBAMA, THE VOYAGE FROM MOTHERLAND AFRICA TO THE NEW LAND AMER, The wipping post and slavery, Thoughtless words, Trusting God for All things, Uncategorized, Views from Within, Writing and tagged: children and mothers in slavery, Culture lost and regained through slavery, Mini Short, plantations and broken black families, Short stories by Amatuers, slavery and broken black men, slavery and destroyed families, slavery and separated families, The wipping post and slavery
Ma name is John Smith.
Ah, been in dis here plantation since a
was a young chile..sold offin’
my Mama befo’ I was ten.
But Ah memba’ my Mama face
and my Mama hands.
My Mama face wuz brown
tired and sad.
She wore a ole’ faded
red head rag. She would
take me wid her to clean
the chicken coups
and feed the cows.
Ah would play and chase
the chickens!
One day the master
of da house came and
picked me out from
ma friends and told
my Mama it wuz time
fo’ me to go!
I wuz too big to
be playin’ anymo’.
The master sent ole’
Joe, the helper to carry me off
to the market to be
sold.
Ah cried and kicked and
screamed fo’ my
Mama.
She just stood a lookin’
after me and did not
move to help me!
Ah watched my Mama
grow tiny as the horse,
cart pulled me and the otha’ slaves who
was packed into it away from
my birth plantation to a
new and dangerous beginin’!
Ah wuz sold to the Williams.
Mr. Williams was kind, but
his son was the mean one.
He liked to beat slaves fo’ nuthin’
and then leave um to die if they
put up a fuss.
He would jus’ buy mo’
slaves the next day.
The Williams plantation
was a cotton plantation.
Hard work, pickin’ cotton,
cuts up yo’ hands and stuff.
Ah grew big and strong.
I could carry three times my weight
on a good day.
So young master Williams took
good care uh me.
But ah hated ta see
my friends suffer so.
One day we heard of the
UNDERGROUND RAILROAD.
Ah decided to run awa’.
No, Ah told ye, that Master Williams
wuz good to me. Ah just wanted to see
my Mama so bad.
Ah did not care about good treatment.
Ah wanted to be free!
Ah made a chance run fo’ it
one night.
Ah wuz tryin’ ta meet
up wid the UnderGround RailRoad
in the forest.
Ah, made a mistake.
I told ole’ Buck, who curries the
Master’s horses. He warn’ me
not to try it! Ah, told him to minds his business!
I could out run any dog, or horse….cause the master
fed me the best food cause ah carried the heavy loads and pulled
plows when the horses went lame.
Sos’ I think that is why I wuz caught so fast.
When they draggs’ me back to the
plantation, there was ole’ Buck a lookin’
at me. From a distance he kept gettin’
bigger, and bigger. He stood right at
the wipping post and look at me….just starin’
and shaking his ole’ grey head.
When they tied me up I could see dried
blood where other slaves had been beat.
It wuz a cloudy day.
It wuz a hot night.
They found me in the day and wup me
deep into da night.
Young Master Williams took a break
from his workin’ my back, and
then told his workers to continue on
till the next mornin’ just wupin’
my back.
I stop yellin’ and then I don’t
member nothin after dat.
All I know is that I found ma’self
sittin up here wit Jesus, and da
Angels.
Oh, and I found Mama too!
Except she got a big smile on
huh face, and she wearing a white
dress and she don’t look tired no’ mo’.
Fini~~~
Fiction Depiction of Slavery
by Riveroflifelisajoy
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