Open Letter To White Community Leaders

As I sit and ponder the behaviors of those in the #BlackLivesMatter movement, I am forced to see a new perspective. The coin has now been flipped over and I see what they are fighting against. It’s like a Saturn/Uranus opposition going on in this country. The old ways are dying out, but not without a fight. The old white ways of thinking are becoming archaic, but the old establishment doesn’t see it this way. They want to hold on to their old ways of doing things to Black people, without seeing the reality of the progress of this country’s people. We blend together, co-habitate, love, pro-create with one another…it’s been this ways for a long while now.

Since I asked this question, I have seen a new perspective on the problems in the Black community, and the ways the current generation of Black people act out in order to be heard and gain rights.

The problem with the Black community, and America…is the old ways of thinking and doing things socially, is becoming archaic.

I am speaking of both the Black and White community. So I rant about the old Black community leaders who think it’s fine to play victim and reenact the old images we saw in the 60’s , sans the water hose…without seeing how older White people are contributing to this sad shit. The old white ways of thinking is dying out, as well, so they are holding on to their beliefs by a thread.television shows and networks owned or created by Black people…


The progress is insulting to them, so they are trying their best to keep the images in their head of what our people USED to be. It’s no more. We are the descendants of those who fought for our rights, and we are doing well with it. We’re on television, portraying ourselves as ourselves with no apology. There’s no more insecurity when it comes to our natural hair, and we rock it boldly,as it unique, unlike any other human’s hair.

I also believe that the trauma that’s going on in Chicago is because the Black community is going through growing pains and we’re at our breaking point, changing hands of power in all areas of our community, clashes in ways of thinking between our people is causing chaos, but I believe it’s a temporary situation that will fix itself once the old ways win. It’s like a Saturn/Uranus opposition playing out before our eyes.

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Martin Luther’s (sic) Dream


As my homage to Black History Month, as well as Martin Luther King, Jr., I am posting this poem from my new friend that I met via snail mail. An inmate by the name of David Spicer in Colorado. He’s an intelligent man who understands his mistakes and is very articulate in expressing his views. I guess time does do a body,mind and spirit some good.

I really appreciate him for replying to my letter, as I am very adamant about getting to the root of the problems with the stigma attached to Black men in thinking that jail and prison is cool. The trend must stop in order for us to get better, and I feel that his poem is aiming at my target perfectly.

Thanks, David.

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Changing Course in Black America

As 2016 gets underway, I am perturbed to find out that there has been over 100 injuries and 17(and counting) murders in Chiraq (Chicago). What gives? Didn’t Spike Lee just make a movie to bring attention to the crisis there? What happened?

I feel that there’s some tainted wisdom in the hearts and minds of Black America, which causes them to act like this. Maybe they feel that their actions are correct, and no movie or protest will stop them from seeking their own form of justice. I don’t think that it’s irreversible, but I do feel a change in thought and perception is needed.

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Ebb and Flow

My ears entice me to look out of my window upon hearing

a sweet bird singing atop a pine tree branch,

whose luster remains in the dead of winter…

as with the earth in which it is rooted





from my cabin roof, I become one with the misty rain.

My thoughts become as still as the bay

sitting in the background





As I am one with the rain, I become one with the




of the bay.

I now have clarity.

I think of my future, and am reminded that life-

Can be wrought with rainy days,

But there’s still a song to sing and

A beautiful future to web…




With the tides of life.

Gayle L Jenkins

Life of A Birth Mother

As the holidays are approaching, my heart is breaking a little more than usual. This year my heart aches because I miss my children. You see, I’m a birth mother to three boys. Yes…three human beings came through me for some reason or another.

Though I feel that I made good decisions about my adoptions, it doesn’t negate the emotional pain that I go through as a birth mother.

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After posting my earlier post about the black community’s leader’s failure to lead the black community out of the cyclical victimization that has been going on lately, there was another debacle that happened that persuaded me make this video.

It’s high time that the black community look within itself and and see how they cacn prevent further crying for civil rights and stopping racism/police brutality…and focus on those issues.

What issues, you ask?

Take a look.

Open Letter to The Black Community Leaders

Hello everyone! I am being of service to Mother Earth at the moment, but wanted to take time out to write a letter.

You see, I have been online during my off hours talking with black people of the ‘conscious’ variety. From black community leaders to black Judah Israelites(?), these people have pissed me off. I can’t have an intelligent dialogue with these people due to the fact that they want to tell me that I am not from America, I don’t know my ‘history’,white supremacy ruined black lives, and most of all…’they don’t want us to know…’

All of this upset and frustration trying to talk to my own people online logically to no avail made me ponder: What is the root issue here that these guys get mad at me if I tell them that 2+2=4? They would argue me down and tell me that the white man wants me to believe that 2+2=4 but it actually equals Africa.

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Location, Location

Hi guys! If you have followed my blog from the beginning, then you would know that I am freak. A freaky, kinky freak. Well, I used to be. I am going up the coast currently for some inspiration. Los Angeles just doesn’t do it for me emotionally or spiritually anymore. I have lived on the West Coast on and off for four years as a hippy first, then a girlfriend, female dominant, and finally, as a writer/tarot reader. What a stretch in skills, eh?

Anyway, I wanted to share my thoughts on my journey thus far, and my current view of all things kinky and freaky. Enjoy!

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The Confederate Flag Conspiracy

Hi guys! I’m not an avid news watcher anymore, but today I saw online an article about the South Carolina massacre, and how that somehow equated to the Confederate flag being the culprit of the whole damn thing. I hope all of those who were murdered rest in peace and their families have comfort at this time. I pray justice shall be served in this matter.

I read several articles, but I am not sure if I am getting how the Confederate flag caused this massacre. I thought it was a crazy white person who was in a hateful state of mind, and found an opportunity to do a dirty deed, not a historical flag that has other meanings than hate and separation, which is why it has still been flying on the capitol building, and elsewhere.

I understand that the Confederate flags has racist connotations to some or most people, but to some people it’s a symbol of pride, for both black and white people. I had a Confederate flag sticker on my old Ford Explorer. I’m a Southern girl and a rebel, ya know?


Having had this news article to my attention, I decided to go on a little rant about heritage and the Confederate flag. Though this manner has all races involved, I found that this is a great time to share my perspective on the African American’s view towards the flag and how it has led to us placing the focus on the negative aspects of slavery and how it is has also led to the refusal to acknowledge our ancestors in a better light…which has led to generational blame on others for our trials and tribulations, further pushing the belief that we are still slaves.


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