Dont worry the T~Shirt are coming
Monday, September 10, 2012
Loving Your Self
Happy Day to all my G.A.W's let's make this the best day ever. I am working very hard to bring my dream alive. Here are a few things i want to do.
1~ Start Up the radio show again and connect with other G.A.W's
2~ Get a Web Site started with I hope to lead to the #3
3~ Have T- Shirts printed up
and there are much much much more. So please stay tune..
~kelra
1~ Start Up the radio show again and connect with other G.A.W's
2~ Get a Web Site started with I hope to lead to the #3
3~ Have T- Shirts printed up
and there are much much much more. So please stay tune..
~kelra
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Our Young Women..
I just finished reading Sister Souljah's book Midnight and also re-reading The coldest winter ever. One common theme I've gathered from these books that is completely prevalent today is, How lost and divided our youth are. We all know young girls who wear next to nothing think its alright to show their entire self off with no regard to if or not its alright. These young women I've encountered a lot in my life. They seem to be lost, have their values all out of wack. Maybe it has to do with what examples they see in front of them. Like a girl who rips and runs the streets maybe the product of a mother who works all the time just to make enough to get by and comes from one failed relationship and goes to the next one. So these young girls think "hey, why should i even give my heart to them when they can only hurt me. Why don't i just worry about me and get mines." so they try to attract what they think they want the guy who can give them what they want but in the end they have given up the most important part of themselves. They have given up their reputation, and once that is trashed most times than not all it does is bring more drama your way. More times than not when a girl is rumored to be more than a little sexually active or to be hanging out with the wrong element which can lead to such a reputation. These girls often times end up having to fight in order to bring their reputation back up to par even partially. When these young girls are only out for themselves they often end up back stabbing each other for a young man they assume truly loves them but seeing as how they don't really love and know themselves fully he can just as easily walk into his life as he walked out. Now with that said, what do these girls from here. One thing that stayed stuck in my mind from the coldest winter ever was how winter was always about being the h.b.i.c., and how masculine and rugged man has to be, yet her ideal man was her father a man who had mass amounts of wealth catered to her every whim and didn't do anything that wasn't big and extravagant Yet his income was gained from and illegal lifestyle. Now when girls are looking for things like this from their significant other all they see is the material and nothing beyond that equating someone who can take care of them with their wallets and ability to show off, not necessarily if the person truly and deeply cared for them or even loves them as long as they are being taken care of. The other thing is what about the fact that they become someone's trophy piece and that their opinions or thoughts don't truly matter. these young woman will be the ones that truly need to be shown the other side of life.
Ericka Kimble
Blog Editor for GAW(GrownAssWomen)
Ericka Kimble
Blog Editor for GAW(GrownAssWomen)
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Solely, Deeply, Truly
Solely, Deeply, Truly
When a woman chooses to feel, she feels solely, deeply, and truly. Loyalty beyond friend, family, and instinct, she wakes in the morning in adoration of you whom she has chosen to shower with her affections and goes to sleep with you in her prayers and on her mind. She waits by the window sometimes and watches you go and counts the minutes through work, play, or chore until you return to her. A woman’s love goes so deep as to change her mannerisms in subtle as well as obvious ways. The fierceness of her loyalty will make her go against all she believes in in order to keep you in her bosom where she can be free to love and feel you. If the phone rings when she’s at the office and they tell her it is you, know that her love for you will make her drop all papers and memos and cuss out her boss because she knows you need her. Even if it’s just to tell you it will be alright, or tell you it’s not your fault, she will cut off the world for you because in her eyes the world begins and ends with you. Her heart turns stone to all outside invasion because you have set the hearth there and lay claim to the true warmth and ruby fire that burns within her breast. Should you fall by the way side she will stand there on the side with you and watch opportunity pass waiting for you to stand up and be able to walk beside her. Sacrifice of the highest decree is a woman’s love and devotion. It’s visible in the way she stands and looks you in the eye as you feed her lives and choose to believe them because she loves you so deeply. A lover, mother, wife, and friend who believes in you because her heart tells her too, that is a woman in love with you. She will stand on her tip toes to be sure she kisses you on that little spot on the corner of your mouth leaving a secret that only you know and cannot tell. Her imprint is on your skin, on your heart, on your mind. She leaves love imprinted on your very soul and will burn in hellfire just for you. When you are angry or hurt, a laying on of hands becomes a healing that can’t be found in any church or revival. Her whispers become the whispers of angels speaking to uplift you from the darkness of the mortal world and its vices. She becomes an avatar and God Himself speaks through, through her love not only to save your soul but to ease the suffering of hers because she hurts when you do. This feeling is a precious gift that she passes from God’s own grace into your spirit to heal, uplift, and give you the strength of ages and help you overcome. Because when a woman loves you she loves you in all your flawed existence because she knows you are not perfect and cannot be perfect. After all you are made of dust and she is made from you. But…when a woman chooses to feel, she feels solely, deeply, and truly…
They say hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned. Because nothing in heaven or hell can feel pain like she can when she is hurt. When she is cut deep by infidelity, misplaced trust, or angry words shouted in a meaningless squabble. She loved you with the fire of pure white and in in a singular instant it can be snuffed out by a dirty little secret or a fist that should’ve been aimed at the bathroom tile. She washes her hair after a day alone and her fingers roam her scalp wishing to feel the lovers touch. Her hands ache to touch you in a way that God’s hands ached to brush the sweat and blood from His people’s brow when the whip lash struck. It’s not understood that she would’ve done anything for you and now she would do anything to make you hurt the way she hurts. Self destructive paths through soulful mutilation of losing and gaining weight, meaningless relationships, and nights alone filled with tears heavier than the rain that floated Noah’s arch for forty-days and forty-nights. Head heavy, body aching she looks in the mirror and wonders of it is her fault. Self-esteem cut short by uncertainty because of how you walked out on her. Was she not pretty enough? Did she not do enough? Then comes the anger roaring like a tempest, winds pushing the ocean into the perfect storm because suddenly the mind tells her it’s your fault. She broods embittered by sweet memories of better times and whispers in the dark that now mean nothing because they were lies on lies making her realize she was more foolish than she thought she was. Violent tremors in public places where she sees you with “that bitch” you left her for or on your way to work still laughing and smiling while small worlds of hurt are still carved into the flesh of her heart making it impossible for any other man to heal. She opened the hearth for you and you doused the pure white flame in soot and dirt desecrating that which has been holy since before the Egypt became dust and sand. A woman feels solely, deeply, and truly. When she loves, she unravels at the sound of your name like spools of silk from heaven’s tapestry. But when she hurts, she pulls apart and shatters like glass to a stray bullet meant for the offender and falls out of tune and out of touch from the two part harmony like a love song come on undone. She feels solely, deeply and truly…may you do the same.
~DeJa DeClouet
Blog Editor
When a woman chooses to feel, she feels solely, deeply, and truly. Loyalty beyond friend, family, and instinct, she wakes in the morning in adoration of you whom she has chosen to shower with her affections and goes to sleep with you in her prayers and on her mind. She waits by the window sometimes and watches you go and counts the minutes through work, play, or chore until you return to her. A woman’s love goes so deep as to change her mannerisms in subtle as well as obvious ways. The fierceness of her loyalty will make her go against all she believes in in order to keep you in her bosom where she can be free to love and feel you. If the phone rings when she’s at the office and they tell her it is you, know that her love for you will make her drop all papers and memos and cuss out her boss because she knows you need her. Even if it’s just to tell you it will be alright, or tell you it’s not your fault, she will cut off the world for you because in her eyes the world begins and ends with you. Her heart turns stone to all outside invasion because you have set the hearth there and lay claim to the true warmth and ruby fire that burns within her breast. Should you fall by the way side she will stand there on the side with you and watch opportunity pass waiting for you to stand up and be able to walk beside her. Sacrifice of the highest decree is a woman’s love and devotion. It’s visible in the way she stands and looks you in the eye as you feed her lives and choose to believe them because she loves you so deeply. A lover, mother, wife, and friend who believes in you because her heart tells her too, that is a woman in love with you. She will stand on her tip toes to be sure she kisses you on that little spot on the corner of your mouth leaving a secret that only you know and cannot tell. Her imprint is on your skin, on your heart, on your mind. She leaves love imprinted on your very soul and will burn in hellfire just for you. When you are angry or hurt, a laying on of hands becomes a healing that can’t be found in any church or revival. Her whispers become the whispers of angels speaking to uplift you from the darkness of the mortal world and its vices. She becomes an avatar and God Himself speaks through, through her love not only to save your soul but to ease the suffering of hers because she hurts when you do. This feeling is a precious gift that she passes from God’s own grace into your spirit to heal, uplift, and give you the strength of ages and help you overcome. Because when a woman loves you she loves you in all your flawed existence because she knows you are not perfect and cannot be perfect. After all you are made of dust and she is made from you. But…when a woman chooses to feel, she feels solely, deeply, and truly…
They say hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned. Because nothing in heaven or hell can feel pain like she can when she is hurt. When she is cut deep by infidelity, misplaced trust, or angry words shouted in a meaningless squabble. She loved you with the fire of pure white and in in a singular instant it can be snuffed out by a dirty little secret or a fist that should’ve been aimed at the bathroom tile. She washes her hair after a day alone and her fingers roam her scalp wishing to feel the lovers touch. Her hands ache to touch you in a way that God’s hands ached to brush the sweat and blood from His people’s brow when the whip lash struck. It’s not understood that she would’ve done anything for you and now she would do anything to make you hurt the way she hurts. Self destructive paths through soulful mutilation of losing and gaining weight, meaningless relationships, and nights alone filled with tears heavier than the rain that floated Noah’s arch for forty-days and forty-nights. Head heavy, body aching she looks in the mirror and wonders of it is her fault. Self-esteem cut short by uncertainty because of how you walked out on her. Was she not pretty enough? Did she not do enough? Then comes the anger roaring like a tempest, winds pushing the ocean into the perfect storm because suddenly the mind tells her it’s your fault. She broods embittered by sweet memories of better times and whispers in the dark that now mean nothing because they were lies on lies making her realize she was more foolish than she thought she was. Violent tremors in public places where she sees you with “that bitch” you left her for or on your way to work still laughing and smiling while small worlds of hurt are still carved into the flesh of her heart making it impossible for any other man to heal. She opened the hearth for you and you doused the pure white flame in soot and dirt desecrating that which has been holy since before the Egypt became dust and sand. A woman feels solely, deeply, and truly. When she loves, she unravels at the sound of your name like spools of silk from heaven’s tapestry. But when she hurts, she pulls apart and shatters like glass to a stray bullet meant for the offender and falls out of tune and out of touch from the two part harmony like a love song come on undone. She feels solely, deeply and truly…may you do the same.
~DeJa DeClouet
Blog Editor
Sunday, February 27, 2011
“Disconnecting Intimacy”
The things dear to us have changed over time as the world tipped on its axis. We often categorize those things which we love most by family, friends, and life (sometimes food) but at the same time could not tell you the last time we saw our “best” friend off screen. Our phones and computers and jobs have taken over those weekend visits and after-school hangouts. Afternoon lunch hours in with our co-workers have turned into affairs silent as funerals with no information to flit back and forth as with times before. All the gossip is done by text and now there are no longer things to speak of. We use that time to txt other people and deliver information about our day making “how was your day?” obsolete as caveman paintings. So what do we as women hold dear today in this day of disintegrating human connection through wires, signals, and satellites? We often hold dear that which we do not have readily available to us. That can be numerous things, but these days for the modern woman, what it is held most dear is intimacy.
We crave the connection of our mothers, fathers, children, and lovers. Thus we hold them closer to our hearts than anything else in this world. When we do not have intimacy, which is essential to the vulnerable female in all of us, we wither under the strain of everyday life. A text or a Facebook message to our mother father, or lover does not sufficiently cure what hearing a voice, looking into eyes, and caresses of hand can. With the gentle touch on your jawline of your lover’s hand, the comforting squeeze of your father’s arms, or the tender warmth of your mother’s voice and bosom, we flourish, bloom and become most beautiful. SO with this disconnection of what we as women hold dear to our hearts and souls, we are spiraling down to cold creatures who often diagnosed with depression, anxiety, or low self-esteem. We began to communicate with snippy remarks through unfeeling channels of bitterness because we forget that it’s okay to hold hands and talk to each other with our mouths and throats. We give in to the mechanical love that is demonstrated through a text message or Facebook status of “I love you” or “I miss you” and mistake it for something tender. We therefore miss out because there are no lips and tongue to shape the words and no voice to breathe life and meaning into it.
Divas and Women on Top when was the last time you were able to have true conversation and intimacy with a lover, parent, or friend? When have you put down the phone during lunch to look your companion in the eye and show true interest in what they are saying? How is the woman, the female soul, flourishing when intimacy is lacking in this technologically cold world. The modern woman who is single or involved, is she happy when she receives a message or txt of I love you on a busy day? Does she feel the same flutter in her chest as when that same message sender shows up with a lunch and a kind word in her ear to ease the wave of the day? How are we shaping up without something as essential and dear as intimacy in our brave new world? They we as humans are internationally closer than we ever have been. Is that true, or have we become disconnected?
Now for a question for the average woman in all of us: How do you attain your daily dose of intimacy in the busy world of texting, messaging, and Facebooking?
By
DeJa DeClouet
Blog Editor for GAW
We crave the connection of our mothers, fathers, children, and lovers. Thus we hold them closer to our hearts than anything else in this world. When we do not have intimacy, which is essential to the vulnerable female in all of us, we wither under the strain of everyday life. A text or a Facebook message to our mother father, or lover does not sufficiently cure what hearing a voice, looking into eyes, and caresses of hand can. With the gentle touch on your jawline of your lover’s hand, the comforting squeeze of your father’s arms, or the tender warmth of your mother’s voice and bosom, we flourish, bloom and become most beautiful. SO with this disconnection of what we as women hold dear to our hearts and souls, we are spiraling down to cold creatures who often diagnosed with depression, anxiety, or low self-esteem. We began to communicate with snippy remarks through unfeeling channels of bitterness because we forget that it’s okay to hold hands and talk to each other with our mouths and throats. We give in to the mechanical love that is demonstrated through a text message or Facebook status of “I love you” or “I miss you” and mistake it for something tender. We therefore miss out because there are no lips and tongue to shape the words and no voice to breathe life and meaning into it.
Divas and Women on Top when was the last time you were able to have true conversation and intimacy with a lover, parent, or friend? When have you put down the phone during lunch to look your companion in the eye and show true interest in what they are saying? How is the woman, the female soul, flourishing when intimacy is lacking in this technologically cold world. The modern woman who is single or involved, is she happy when she receives a message or txt of I love you on a busy day? Does she feel the same flutter in her chest as when that same message sender shows up with a lunch and a kind word in her ear to ease the wave of the day? How are we shaping up without something as essential and dear as intimacy in our brave new world? They we as humans are internationally closer than we ever have been. Is that true, or have we become disconnected?
Now for a question for the average woman in all of us: How do you attain your daily dose of intimacy in the busy world of texting, messaging, and Facebooking?
By
DeJa DeClouet
Blog Editor for GAW
Monday, February 21, 2011
Blogtalkradio show..
Blogtalkradio is in works..WOW i am so happy and can't for our Launch to happen.. We got so exciting news..GAW will be having a GAW/GENTS after hours but it will not be call that..Anyway i am so happy life is in full swring and your girl is gonna take that ride like the GAW she is..holla at your girl~kelra
Staying true to one self..
Living life to the fullest is what life is all about.. If you can stay true to your self then i think you will be fine. The goal is to always stay true to your self and follow your hear and dreams.. One of the things i do is keep the ppl around me who was there from the jump. So with that said have a awesome Monday and remember you are GAW for life~kela
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