A Caribbean American woman is sitting next to me, seemingly engrossed, as though she has nothing better to do than sit in front of a computer screen here at the public library, next to me, watching The View, women’s talk show that I myself have never watched.  A YWCA resident, Tommie, just sat at the computer to my right.

I cannot post a picture of two flyers, two events where I live, YWCA Brooklyn, because, I cannot access my Google Photos.  I cannot post that picture, and a lot of other pictures, until next week after I purchase a new computer.

The two events are:

A reading of or something or other about Maya Angelou’s Still I Rise poem, a poem I very much dislike, and a showing of the movie, Little Miss Sunshine, a movie I’ve no desire to see. The bus is now solid yellow.  Originally, in advertisements advertising the movie, the bus was painted in psychelic patterns.

little boy – Heroin
little ones – PCP
sunshine – LSD
(Mormon CIA’s No Slang Drug Dictionary,

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise

COLUMBUS (WCMH) – Sydney Allateef may be small in stature but she is big in talent.

The 5-year-old kindergartner was the first to be featured on NBC4 Today’s “Little Big Shots” segment. Al-lateef recited Maya Angelou’s famous poem “Still I Rise” by memory, which is no easy feat for someone that age!

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Maya Angleou: And Still I Rise

February 28, 2017 @ 5:30 pm8:00 pm


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A phoenix depicted in a book of legendary creatures by
FJ Bertuch (1747–1822)In Greek mythology, a phoenix (/ˈfnɪks/; Ancient Greek: φοῖνιξ, phoînix) is a long-lived bird that cyclically regenerates or is otherwise born again.

Associated with the Sun, a phoenix obtains new life by arising from the ashes of its predecessor. According to some sources, the phoenix dies in a show of flames and combustion, although there are other sources that claim that the legendary bird dies and simply decomposes before being born again.[1] There are different traditions concerning the lifespan of the phoenix, but by most accounts the phoenix lived for 500 years before rebirth.[2] Herodotus, Lucan, Pliny the Elder, Pope Clement I, Lactantius, Ovid, and Isidore of Seville are among those who have contributed to the retelling and transmission of the phoenix motif.

In the historical record, the phoenix “could symbolize renewal in general as well as the sun, time, the Empire, metempsychosis, consecration, resurrection, life in the heavenly Paradise, Christ, Mary, virginity, the exceptional man, and certain aspects of Christian life”.[3]


FOR THE RECORD.  True Christianity does not mix with Greek, Norse, Roman or any other mythology.  True Christianity is the truth, not the myth.

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The time is now 2:20pm.  No rattling of snack bags here at Pacific Public Library.  Just the unnessary extremely loud sound of the monstrous looking heating apparatus, and now, the paper rattling.  The woman sitting next to me is rattling paper (I am now sitting at another computer), and I’m feeling easy button laser beam pain in my head.

Every night I pray to Jehovah God begging Him to please, hear my prayers, and here lately, I then listen to the audio recording of Isaiah chapter 37; I pray with Hezekiah.

I feel that this work that I do is nonsense work.

I feel that I am delusional.

Why me?

Why would God, the true God, Jehovah, choose me, of all people?

I am feeling too depressed to try to post any more information.

I will post pictures U.S. Supreme Court exterior and interior pattern that is now called “symbol of chaos” (a symbol similar to Australia’s Women’s Circus apostrophe) as soon as I possibly can.

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