Articles by Jacqueline Amos

I had a dream; I sit upon my father’s palace, My brothers and sisters of the rainbow colors; Who stood before the alter of freedom; and many died as thee, I am not dead; the spirit lives on, a revolution that was fought, for Gods children of the cloth, Step back… don’t give me flowers, Give me the armies of the lord.

I come in all colors and shades, My brothers of the Universe, that links nations upon nations, Yet I cry the Blood that man may see, This ultimate destruction call an abomination, but yet I stand tall as women, the creator of rebirth, the pain that flows through my womb, oh what a bitter taste of genocide, I come in all colors and fate.

<P?<B? We say we live in the land of supremacy; Satan satanic of corruption, we live by the lynch man rope call Satan. Under a hypnotic trans we live through the tombs of our corrupted values, Separation the woman and men the rainbow colors of division , we play the blame game, and turn our heads to reality when the light is on, we kill each other for territories we must not cross.

For Immediate Release A Poignant and Powerful Book, The Black Mans Diary, That helps man understand the missions of survival, leadership, self esteem, brotherhood, and releasing the hidden pains, that lives within the mind, understanding the history of black men, and the achievements that goes hand in hand, looking into the telescopic windows, revealing the true and historical growth of who and what the black man is, and the achievements that he have accomplished, the good and the bad, but recognizing the man as an individual, and not stereo typing all for one, this book gives historical synopsis of the power of progressions, and the greatness that lives within, In this new Millennium the resurrection of spirit, shall rise to a New Millennium the new black man.

Grave Justice Author Jacqueline Amos The excitement that lingered within my space of time, when the celestials light beamed upon my eyes, and a voice appeared upon the light, you never were a slave, as the contentment continue to un-fold, and the voices continued to mold, the frame of a dead soul, came back to life, at last increased so much that it was thought better for me to release the rusted due upon my hand, and upon my feet I think not for we know, but we must let the flames lighten the dark, Upon the dawn shall see, the spirit that rise, from the grave justice, I think not for what has claim, the house of bondage of de' heart, oh de fire, de' fire, the rebirth of tomorrow, shall be the relinquished trails of commencements.

For Immediate Release A Poignant and Powerful Book, Author Jacqueline Amos famous poet of the 21s Century speaks through her pen, she states I write not about color to edify who I am , I write about the visual discrimination that have been branded in the blood, it is not the color of a man that makes him who he is, but the righteousness of humanities, and how he serves upon earth, it is the universal sin, man proceeds to identify a man by his color, and not by his deeds, it has become a calamity how man fear the color of ones skin, division that breaks any hopes of diversity, and the fear that he uses as his defense, I write not off division, but the hopes that man can come to terms that we all are one, educating the universe without each other, the world would slowly faze into another hopeless survival, together we stand divided we fall, Man wants to own the world, but he dose not use empowerment to save it, I write about the commitment of change, nevertheless I speak of turmoil's that man refuse to let go, the ancestors who have given blood, that we as a people can put behind us the fear of this obstruction that continues to plague our universe.

The Review Of Sumumba Sobukwe by Jacqueline Amos (The Dating Game)Author Sumumba Sobukwe Sumumba Sobukwe is a Positive Brother...Active in his community and a entrepreneur as well as mentor, he is also a jazz musicians and blessed with many other talents, look out sista's this will be a movie, I think it takes courage for our brother Sumumba Sobukwe to put the truth on the line, applaud for you my brother, "The Dating Game'', I find this book to be inspirational and educational in lifting the spirit of all women, as well as a guide for our younger generations, it confirms that all men or not dogs, in this book it points out the game men play, and identify the reasons why men do what they do, many of us don't think with our heads, but with our hearts,love is truly blind, it will fool you all the time, we have been blessed to have an intelligent and compassionate brother Sumumba Sobukwe to help women to identify the dating game, lord we women are tired, but it goes both ways, we are waiting for that book my brother Sumumba Sobukwe who have broke the code of silence, "The Dating Game", we must now take steps in behavior modification, how we think, and how we empower ourselves, and value the term strong women; Love has know boundaries, it can sometimes be a trader within,.

When A Brave Man Chooses Death Imaginary and the master of mind, the servant the master. The school of life. The drawing power of bravery the pride. The strength of the spirit who fears not death, understanding life will be upon the skies.

Meditations Of Thoughts In the mist of my Journey the Successful of the beginnings. I plead to the Calvary of the triumphed that sings, for I shall be the light that man shall seek the foot print that he may lead, the voice when the world bring him tears, there is only one man the rainbow of God's dream, I shall stand before the mountain, step by step, touching the hearts of the rainbows that cried blood, for there is no diving in Gods creations of love; I take my steps one by one, with the grace of the might God, he will touch all hearts at once, but I start with the weak, to enhance there hope, and then I move on, to the rainbow and up lift all, I cry in silence oh these tire bones, I pray in silence, that the world will bond in love, I am my brother keeper, all colors of the blood.

De' Mighty Mountain Spoke In De Tongue Of Jesus Mighty Mountain crying; de mighty and de free, run said the voice upon the burning bush, and the hills grew hirer, within the circle of light, I hold my sister wid a tremblin' hand; I would not let her go! O, blow your trumpet, Gabriel, Blow your trumpet louder; ancient drums summoned the fire, de tree, de rivers crying, We'll run and never be de slave in de land, Lord grivet thee, the wilted tree, de mountains cried freedom, de the sun cried, de slave ship surrender, de sadness revealed, the stars flash, de earth shock, as the chains breaking.