PURE BLACK AFRICAN-AMERICAN, NOTHING ELSE.

WHAT MAKES A LOVE SO STRONG

What makes a love so strong,
and makes our love so right,
it's as feeling, like a song,
when every note just lights the night.

What makes our love so true,
amd makes us see beyond friends' doubts,
its when our faith in me and you,
and our chemistry works out.

What makes our love so good,
and makes our love so tender,
its whether or not we're in the mood,
love we receive, we're each the sender.

What makes our love go on to last,
and makes our hearts and minds hold through,
its when we live not in the past,
but start afresh and start anew.

And when we daydream thoughts of each
even when our love is young,
when we're beyond each other's reach,
our love still lasts and remains strong.




HAPPY AFRICAN-KHEMITE (SPRING SOLAR EQUANOX) NEW YEAR

Forty-two, Forty-one B.C.,
we set our calendar,
a special time in history,
to celebrate and remember,
the Equanox of Spring,
when nature starts to bring

It was in On (Khemet/Egypt),
it all began,
when day and night was even,
the Equanox,
brought more than talks,
from all those who were living.

With festivals,
and rituals,'
we'd celebrate galore.
So shy not bring,
them back again,
ancestors would adore.

So Happy New Year,
because you care,
to celebrate ten thousand years,
to remember,
great we once were,
and share good times with all who care.


THE UNION OF THE HEARTS OF TWO

In years gone by,
Princesses tried,
and met the Nubian Men,
with hues sun-blessed,
they loved with zest,
and kings were born back then.

And so to you,
our hearts were two,
has now been joined to one,
let's build our kingdom,
from love and wisdom,
with daughters and with sons.


AGAIN WITH YOU

Come on close
my heart's on fire,
you're the most
that I desire,
let me wrap
you in my arms,
let me tap
your tender charms.


It has been long
since we've caressed,
but our love's strong
to us its best,
so far we are
but our heart's near,
just like a star
we know its there.


Come on let
me kiss your lips,
as my hands get
'round your hips,
let me squeeze
around your waist,
and I'll seize
your lips to taste.

Some nights it seems
I think of you,
so many dreams
my mind passes through,
and even when
I sip my coffee,
I saw you then
your face before me.

The times I called
you on the phone,
the coins had stalled
and made you groan,
I kept so full
of confidence,
we held our cool
and felt less tense.

Let your heat
warm up my heart,
we both a treat
so let us start,
as we gaze
each other's eyes,
we're in a daze
we're in surprise.


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BEAUTIFUL POEM

Eyes that sparkle in the light,
lips so soft with me tonight,
your perfume arouse my senses,
and your words with thrilling tenses.

Your stride is like a proud gazelle,
your smile it makes me feel so well,
I see your thrill, your spirit's free,
as I wishper, 'come to me.'

Tonight's the night come let us dine,
let's leave our worries all behind,
will it be our favorite space,
or shall we make it to our place.

Candle lights the music's soft,
and gourmet sizzles there aloft,
the scent of flowers and of roses,
tickle 'neath our wanting noses.

We look down yonder at the city,
where angels roam and its so pretty,
thirty stories scrape the sky,
from there we watch the cars cruise by.

We go afloor and take a chance,
your hands feel warm just as we dance,
your breath it warms the night away,
your smile's so bright like it was day.

And now the time has come about,
we seat to rest, the ring it's out,
I then wisper, 'I love you,'
this ring will show my love is true.


WHEN TWO ARE IN LOVE

When you love someone
who loves you back,
you feel it deep within your heart,
cause when you kiss
when you caress,
the butterflies they seem to start.

When you love someone
who love you too,
their kiss is soft and warm,
and when you hold
them close to you,
its always like the norm.

When you love someone
they look brand new,
your friends may look for faults,
but you don't heed their envious eyes,
ignore them till it halts.

And when you stare into the eyes,
the one you love stares back,
you both feel like you're hypnotized,
because the truth's on track.

When you love someone
who treats you right,
and other folks want trouble,
sometimes you feel its up to you,
to say, "move, on the double!"

When you love someone
who thinks that you,
are just the greatest gift,
you smile and take the compliment,
because it gives a lift.

When you're in love
and one's in love with you,
it feels like heaven on your mind
and a dream come true.

And even if you both have ways
that must be understood,
in time the love will be so strong,
it will be all for good.


BLACK IS MORE THAN A COLOR....BLACK IS...

Black is how we feel within,
Black is in our genes,
divide and conquer is on their faces,
trying to split the Black race,
but Black is more than skin.

In Sumer once, a traveler asked,
"What became of Sumer's ancient Blacks?"
"They forgot who they were," was said to he,
"and so they lost their identity,"
so least we make the same mistake,
here's some verse for keeping sake.

Black is a mysterious night,
silver stars o'er black velvet sky.
Black were the first parents of mankind,
from Ethiopia, 150,000 years gone by.

Black were the blue-black skins,
of Pharaohs, Kings and Queens,
whose blackness still remains,
in their mummy's melanin.

Pure Black was Zingh Empire, Khemet,
Ta-Seti, Nubia, Punt, Ethiopia,
long before the barbarians defiled her.
Black is the color of the original Gods,
Amon, Heru, Isis, Ausar, Aten.

Black were the people who made it all begin,
in Zingh Empire, Khemet, Ta-Seti, Nubia, Kush and Punt,
Harappa and Mohenjo Daro,
even Black Shang and Xia China,
and Manding-Shi Olmec Mexico,
Sumer, Elam, Tarshish,
Numidia and the Black Moorish,
Wagadu, Nok and Mali,
Songhai, Canaan and Swahili.

Black is the pure hue of melanin,
yes, its the substance which helps life begin,
protects the skin from aging,
and the rays of sun from burning.

Black is an inventive mind,
creating and making not staying behind,
a trendsetter, a go-getter,
who survived the great Atlantic water,
who brought Black Cushi, Black Moorish,
West African, Niger-Congo culture,
built the Americas and helped beautify her

Black is a people
unique and original,
with over 20,000 years of civilization,
and the first of the earth's Homosapiens.

Black is the ultimate blessing of the Sun,
given to its Chosen Ones,
Black is the color of most others' Gods,
of the ancient Greeks, Mayas, Aztecs, East Indians,
of the Madonna and Child of many nations.

Black is what we must remain,
for never must we blend again,
and loose our GLORIOUS CULTURE,
like the BLACKS OF ANCIENT SUMER.


TWELVE BLACK NATIONS OF ANCIENT AMERICA

Our ancestors came to Manu-Muurlan (The Americas)
one hundred thousand years ago,
built long-boats from the Motherland Place of Sun
and made it across the ocean so,
the Western Seas and Ethiopian
they crossed both seas and that we know.

Our ancestors spread to all the world
one hundred thousand or more years ago,
Asia, India, Australia, America they sold
and so we settled every land
from Africa to Australia,
we crossed the Seven Seas and sands
land bridge to America,
from the far North we came to live,
to this Great Turtle Land,
from South to North we did achieve
we loved the parts with sun

RECITAL

Twelve ancient Black nations of Muurlan
before some others came,
and built Black cultures from Brazil,
all the way to Maine,
the names of the Ancient Ones we hear,
all over Great Muur-Lan,
Washitaw, Olmec Manding-Shi, Jamassee,
Califu and Gwale,
Caracoles, Guanini,
Black Caribs, Chuarras, Black Merchant Pochteca,
Black nations of Ancient America.

Our ancestors built so many cultures,
in Muur-Lan and Amexem,
like the Ancient Ones, Washitaw,
one million square miles belonged to them,
ten thousand years we lived in peace,
and mount the Mississippi,
until our lands were sold by this,
an acre for three penny.

We started a calendar of much care,
our people the Olmec Manding-Shi
three thousand, one hundred and thirteen our year,
when our new era started to be,
and so the Olmec Manding-Shi built mounds,
and pyramid temples,
the first to civilize and like,
Old Egypt it resembles.

Many Soul Nations crossed the Western Sea
we called The Sea of Manu,
and traded with the red-hued free,
thousands of years on through,
our nations like the Califunami,
a nation of great seafarers too,
until the strange men came
and warrior tribes in almadias
such as the Guanini,
traded gold and almazier cloth
from Guinea to Yamassee,
and to Yamassee came Euros forth
to turn these Blacks to bond,
Yamassee Wars and some slaved off
to work the Southern lands.

Another great nation had kept
their ancient isles and ships,
they traded, sailed and planted crops,
and built their wealth for keeps,
but then again the Iberians came,
and tried to take their lands,
and so Black Caribbeans fought until,
some wars were lost and won.

And beautiful with gold she wore,
Black Amazon Queen Calafia,
her armies and people ruled afore,
this land called California,
and have you heard of Panama,
and Colombia's San Agustin,
where the Afro-Darienite are,
thousands of years of settling,
and southern Isles are Caracole,
and Brazil's Black Chuarras,
lived in lands so green and rich,
like Mexico's Black Merchant Pochteca.


SEVEN BABIES - THE ULTIMATE OF GOOD LUCK


I see seven babies in your eyes.
I see seven bright stars in the skies,
for now we are married,
I'll be holding you when you're carried
I see seven babies in our tries.

I see seven toddlers in our house,
I see challenges for me and you my spouse,
but they will be my joys,
all seven girls and boys,
they'll keep quiet as a door mouse.

I see seven preschoolers so eager,
I see young children thier knowledge so meager,
but to school they will go,
for tht knowledge to know,
writing, reading and learning 'bout figers.

I see seven grade school students prepared,
I see them studying together and moving ahead,
so ready for learning,
so anxious and yearning,
I see seven professionals we bread.

I see seven high school students near grown,
I see my spouse and myself being known,
for at that age we are watching,
making sure there's no friends touching,
teenagers just can't be trusted alone.

I see seven college grads with degrees,
I see we and they have all completed with ease,
seven professionals prepared,
we never saw seven children as feared,
lucky seven is the luckthat we seized.

I see seven contributors to our nation,
I see men and women who can handle their situation,
doctors, lawyers, engineers and teachers,
builders, scientists and political preachers,
I see lots of children as the right for the Soul Nation.


MY SPOUSE AND I

( The perfect poem to send to a husband or wife, or mate)

My spouse and I we love each other,
my spouse is my SPOUSE, not my sibling,
my spouse and I respect each other,
my partner and stands strong, we're a ring,
we work hard and smart with much dedication,
we raise and we train all our kids,
that's how we're building a strong soulful nation.

My spouse and I we work together,
and all praises our marriage is strong,
no matter what may be the weather,
we understand our right and our wrong,
we support each other in our work,
and knokw fairly well to be fair,
our love is like a soothing stroke,
pleasurable friction like a mink's hair.

My spouse and I we know our roles,
there's so much to a man and a lady,
my spouse and I we joined at our souls,
we're honest there is nothing shady,
and when we miss each other so much,
at work or at places can't be,
we imagine each others touch.

My spouse and I pledge to stay,
married to each other always,
build a large family in every way,
work happiness all our days,
in these times some are quick to devorce,
and children are left to the state,
and what do you think is the course,
our hildren will not end up like bait.


I AM BECAUSE I THINK

Because I think, I am,
I am because I think,
I know where I'm going and from,
I knkow my roots and my link.

Because I know, I am,
my power comesd from the Divine Mind,
I am like a great big dam,
when I move forward no one keeps me behind.

Because I ponder, I am,
your stereotypes don't stop me man,
I know all my history, not some,
I know I am able, I am.

Because I decide, I am,
I don't believe your propaganda, man,
using the media to make us look dumb,
brainwashing the world with their plan.

Because I question, I am,
I don't care what you call me, Pilgrim,
it's what I answer to, my drum,
no matter how your media misinform, lie and scream.

WHAT HAPPENED TO AMERICA'S BLACKS

In America once a traveller asked,
"What happened to America's Blacks?"
For we know once they were many
but now in some places there are hardly any.

"They forgot who they were," was said to him
and so they lost their identity.
But how did it come? The traveller asked,
for other people thrive, its facts.
The tricks were many, he was told,
and genocide was almost unfold.

First they tricked Black women then,
it was the sixties, they kicked out the men,
welfare told them, who needs dads?
and all the young boys were made bad lads.

Then came the femi-facist lot,
telling Black women 'your babies go abort,'
that will make you free, they sneered,
remember with the apple Eve was jeered.

And so millions of Black babies with abortion crushed,
the cursher's tools with frenzy brushed,
the tricksters using genocide,
still trying to wipe us out with menticide.

Then came a time in the seventies
Black Power consciousness release,
everyone had confidence
we'd work and rise at our expense,
but something terrible happened as we moved
to make a nationalistic groove,
one nation under our God,
fell to tricksing, mixing with Massa's children's bods.

And so the Black brain went kaput
they lost thier pride, was kicked to boot,
by the fair with puppet strings,
telling Black children, 'in White we trust,' things,
then came the rocks that fried the brain,
and players bathed in liquor couldn't rise again,
crack-heads here and crack-heads there,
even liberators would disappear.

And add to that this great art form
called rap and hip-hop, some turned to scorn,
when the tricksters got control
and frothing mouths became unfold,
brainwashing the youth to drink and smoke
accept distruction freaking till disease broke,
and AIDS began a' wiping out
they freaked with outsiders and with mouths.

Then came another evil of them all,
"Three Strikes," was not the Final Call,
to those who did not see the light,
were placed in camps and out of sight,
while all the usrpers stole Black culture
they ripped it off just like the vulture,
and while the Black woman feared to have kids
all other races grew, they did,
they grew in large numbers and the Blacks
became alarmed and they struck back.

A new awakening came in fast
the Blacks then rose and looked to the past,
of glory and one million years
of glory, wealth and not of tears,
and so the people built a nation
and grew ten-fold that was salvation.

First they worked for a new land
where real progress was at hand,
they started having lots of kids (children)
grew large in numbers, yes we did
and our numbers grew tenfold
and we have power to behold,
built Black nations in the South, East and North
and live was better and not rough
the Soul People learned our lessons well
and since you asked, this I must tell.

What happened to America's Blacks?
They/we've now much power, we have come back
and you asked, what did they/we do?
We enlarged our population to 200 million and rose up to.


WE'RE HAVING A BABY (A poem for anyone those expecting babies)

Wedding bells they have rang,
and lover's songs they have been sang,'
flowers so vivid in so many colors,'
the honeymoon is far from over,
our hearts and souls have grown a bit closer,
not too long ago we decided, got married,
and up to now, our eyes are still starry,
we waited and to us was not long,
for this is the day in our love song,
about the fruit of love that's within,'
we're married in love and there is no sin
and as I see you and you see me,
the fruit of love is inside the tree.

RECITAL

We're having a baby,
seven to ten more...ha..ha..maybe,
who said we're too young to be as one,
better marry and unite now while we can
we'll still get a good education,
graduate from college get a profession,
who said we're too young to have babies?
when at seventeen, in war we can defend our ladies.


We're having a baby,
we shall plan for seven to ten, maybe,
don't tell us we're too young, we're twenty-one,
the perfect time to start having a family and fun,
let the world know our love's fruit grows,
nothing is better than keeoping the seed we've sown,
we will have it good, oh yes we can,
working together united as one,
some may like being apart, but its not cool
a man and women in love and lots of babies is the rule.

Some may boast about being independent on thier own,
but being together with spouse and family is more grown,
uniting our wealth and intellect security is known,
some may say they'd rather be single,
but it takes two for a more melodious jingle,
some may say 'there aren't enough good Soul Men and Women,"
but that's a lie and trick on all of them,
the same ones spreading this evil lie,
are trying to get sould men and women to come on by.

It's only through strong love grows a nation,
when we all get married and increase the Soul Population,
raise lots of children with both parents,
good values, knowledge, education and good manners,
make sure we guide them from all bad comers.


INDEPENDENCE IS THE WORD

Imagine you're a people living and thriving,
imagine you are on your own lands, good surviving
that's how it used to be not so long ago,
when Black American nations like the Washitaw, Jamassee,
Black Californians, Gwale, Olmec Manding-Shi were on the go,
but after the kings from over the sea invaded our lands,
they sent their enslavers and fur traders to our every strand.

We fought and won and much we lost,
now they have our sacred land at a great cost,
they made us slaves we Sons of Ham,
and added more brothers and sisters from Alkebu-lan,
since then we've struggle under oppression,
the only solution is to create a strong and free Soul Nation.

RECITAL

Independence is the word
let the people say they've heard,
all you brothers and you sisters there,
come on join and let's prepare,
to uplift ourselves and on to prosper
to build great communities to last forever
how long shall we accept being low,
how long shall we let another ran our show,
everything we create they steal,
every labor we made no pay, they broke the deal.
no forty acres, no mule, only oppression,
that's why we must rebuild the Black nation.

Imagine being able to create our own cities and towns,
revive architecture and styles from Africa's ancient cities and towns
we would establish a great culture,
build Black education, economy and a bright future,
train our youth to be skilled and talented,
remove them from the slave life that is much resented,
use our scientists, inventors, doctors and builders,
create our own sports teams from owners to outfielders,
establish alliances with worldwide sisters and brothers,
develop trade ties with Africans, Caribbeans and others.

Think about how we would protect our own,
develop ancient ancestral religions of the mind,
and stop the jumping, jiving and head for the throne,
do what it takes to move orward not behind,
return a family that keeps us strong,
fathers in the home leading their families,
teaching their own right from wrong,
and we will be able to develop our own communities.

Think about how we can improve our educational system,
develop scientists, doctors and others to improve our health,
teach our children their history that have our own anthem,
create a strong force for self-defense of our rights and wealth,,
non of us anywhere on earth would rather be a slave,
instead of being independent and totally strong and free,
our right to freedome and autonomy is divinely gave,
nothing will move us forward but independent thinking and unity.



THE MORE THE MERRIER

How long shall we accept being a 'minority?'
being pushed back by all others seeking 'equality.'
overrunning us in our towns, cities and country,
shiploads from Europe once making us slaves so they'd be free,
stealing our lands and stealing our Souls,
slaving Black Americans and Africans to mine their coals.

How long shall we accept being a minority,
low in numbers, depending on others for our sanity,
depending on others for coalition,
only to be deserted when they have improved their situation,
our leaders keep begging and bowing to the oppressor,
when the Black Natioin wants freedom and no stressor.

How long shall we accept being a population of only thirteen percent
the same percentage od Blacks when our anacestors were freed from slavery and went,
while other seeker of fortune has stepped before us,
we worked harder than all but still they abhor us,
even animals and spotted owls have more rights than the Black Natioin,
we must overwhelm the oppressors and think freedom to stop the situation.

So the time has come to build strong families,
we must stop listening to those with mouth disease,
using trickery in order to divide us,
trying to break us up so they can override us,
thirty-eight million Blacks is not enough,
we need over four times that number ( 200 million )
to smooth the rough.

We must refuse all types of isms' and schisms' that fragment us,
with a large, strong, united Black population few can decide against us,
how long shall we stay with thirteen percent population,
its time to increase and enlarge the Black nation,
so brothers and sisters get married and have lots of pure Black children,
unite and work together with the sisters and brethern.




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What's up with all this news about 'sex-hungry' tourists and the fanatical desire to USE SEX AND INTERMARRIAGE AS WELL AS SPREADING DISEASES THROUGH SEX-HUNGRY TOURISTS in tropical regions that affect the Black population?

What's up with all this GOING OUTSIDE OF THE NATION to get our babies looking confused and further away from OUR GOD WITH FEET LIKE BURNED BRONZE AND HAIR LIKE SHEEP'S WOOL -- TO LOOK INSTEAD LIKE WHAT WE ARE NOT.

If God and Nature wanted us to have mixed up/confused and to dispise our natural features, we would all be one skin color, living in caves where we would not have to worry about the sun's heat, or the glare from the sun or snow/ice that is responsible for our black to yellowish-brown complections and our kinky to wavy hair, and wide to almond 'slanting' eyes THAT ARE COMMON FEATURES AMONG THE WORLD'S ONE BILLION AND SEVEN HUNDRED MILLION PAN-NEGRO/BLACK PEOPLE.

THE GREAT RACIST SCHEME CALLED 'INTERMARRIAGE'

Many have said that intermarriage is one of the most dangerous weapons of war. The news media says it is being used in Sudan (says the news) although the women are said to be violated so they can have 'mixed' babies.

Why is that objective being carried out. It is carried out (says the media) to culturally and racially destroy the PURE BLACK POPULATION.

Therefore, although Black women are not being raped today AS THEY WERE RAPED DURING SLAVERY, AND ALTHOUGH BLACK MEN ARE NOT USED AS 'BUCKS' TO SATISFY WHITE WOMEN AS WAS DONE DURING SLAVERY, OR USED TO BREED MORE SLAVES,
the current PROMOTING OF AND PRACTICE OF 'INTERMARRIAGE' is seen by those who know history as all part of the diabolical scheme to try to keep Blacks confused.

Here is why: Or are these the reasons:

1. Blacks are beginning to understand that reparations are due, SO IS 1,000,000 SQUARE MILES OF FORMERLY BLACK-OWNED 'LOUISIANA TERRITORIES AND PARTS OF THE SOUTH AND CENTRAL U.S.).

Is it possible that some have been trying to infiltrate white women and men into the Black community in order to try to confuse Black people about their origins and to 'cash in' or complicate the reparations issue?

If a Black man marries the great-great-great-great granddaughter of a slavemaster, the child will have one ancestor who was a slave and one who was not a slave. If one million is due to the Black person, will the part that owned the slave not be eligible for any reparations? Or will that part also owe reparations as well.

The other issue is that before Columbus, a large section of the US from California to Georgia was the lands and kingdoms of 'Black Indians,' or African people who were in North America before Columbus and were enslaved.

Blacks have fought for some of these lands and have gotten back some of it ( see 'We are the Washitaw,' by Bey, http://www.suzar.com/ Also see "A History of the African-Olmecs," http://www.authorhouse.com/ and http://community.webtv.net/nubianem

Will any population of Negroes/Blacks who allow themselves to be mixed out of recognition FIND THEMSELVES IN A WORLD WITH NO FRIENDS, NO ALLIES, NO ANCIENT HOMELAND, NO HISTORY, NO CLAIM?

In fact, people who are 95 percent Spaniard and oppressed Blacks, American Indians and Black Californians seem to put more claim to lands that belonged to ancient Blacks/Negro and American Indian people. Yet, that same group of European-descent people began slavery in the Americas and led to the genocide of American Indians.

BACK TO THE BLACK GOD AND BLACK NATION

Black America is fighting against the racist trick of 'genocide through sex/mixing' that is being promoted by a tiny minority of people who are using Blacks in their scheme of blending. That tiny minority are not attacking Europeans, because the Euro-American is over 240 million people (including White Hispanics) in America today, while Blacks are 45 - 50 million, with 5 million American Indians and 10 million Asians.

Black America should not fall for the 'adoption' of Black baby frenzy and the interracial sexing and interracial marriage frenzy. None of these schemes prove that Black Americans are loved or respected. It is not easy to convince Black folks whose ancestors were victims of 'slave breeding' pens that these 'intermarriage' mixing schemes are not in place to further destroy, dilute, confuse and steal from Black America's history, land, money and creations.

Black America seems to be uniting to stop this trend in inter marriage because it is a scheme that has been concocted since the early 1980's and was discussed in one of the major magazines. Black America recognizes that the people behind it are PROMOTING INTERRACIAL SEX AND MARRIAGE TO DILUTE BLACK NUMERICAL AND POLITICAL POWER.

The present political agenda to proclaim certain groups 'largest minority' and use them as a wedge to gain political power, WHILE THE SAME GROUPS USING THAT 'MINORITY' GROUP HAS SUPPORTED ABORTION ( IN WHICH 18 MILLION BLACK BABIES HAVE BEEN ABORTED SINCE 1975, LOWERING THE BLACK POPULATION), WHILE THE OTHER MINORITY HAS GROWN, shows the tricks in effect.

African-America should have seen this trick since the early 1900's WHEN THE 'SANGERISTS' AND PLANNING PARENTS ORGANIZATIONS USED STERILIZATION AND ABORTION TO ELIMINATE BLACK COMPETITION (at a time when the Black males were given the vote BEFORE WHITE WOMEN).

That is the objective because the 'interracial' children are PURPOSELY RAISED TO HATE BLACK PEOPLE AND ARE MOSTLY RAISED BY RACIST, PREJUDICE NON-BLACK PEOPLE.

INCREAST THE PURE BLACK POPULATIONS, HAVE MORE PURE BLACK BABIES


Anyone who says 'numbers' mean nothing is either being dishonest or foolish. NUMBERS MEAN POWER -- NUMBERS MEAN THE POWER OF THE VOTE, THE VOTE MEANS POLITICAL POWER, POLITICAL POWER LEADS TO CHANGES AND OPPORTUNITIES.

Black America must realize that in these times what we need is a very large and very strong and economically/politically and socially powerful population. After all, America means 'SOL LAND' (SUNSHINE OR FRIENDLY LAND) 'AMER" = FRIEND, 'IKA' = LAND.

The name 'Amexem' is also the ancient African-American name for all of America. The ancient African-American nations of America existed in the South, Mississippi Region, Louisiana and California/South West before the WestWard Expansion and for thousands of years before.

In retrospect, BLACK AMERICA MUST UNITE AND THAT UNITY BEGINS AT HOME. IT BEGINS BY DATING AND MARRYING PEOPLE WHO LOOK LIKE US, COME FROM A COMMON HERITAGE AND CULTURE AND HAVE A COMMON DESTINY.

Everyone else in America is uniting, BUT AT THE SAME TIME, THEY ARE THROWING A FEW OF THEIR PEOPLE AMONG BLACK FOLKS TO CAUSE CONFUSION.

Love, romance and charity begains among ourselves first. How can we 'love' other people if we have no love for ourselves?

BLACK AMERICA MUST WAKE UP.