WHAT I AM ABOUT (introduction to MyCreed World Orphan Book)

If you are not a reader I ask that you at least read this. Every day the first thing you do when you wake up humble yourself and meditate, reflect, pray or think about the idea of the greatest good in your mind. That great good can be Allah, God, Christ, the black family, Mother Earth, Africa United, your father, your mother and so forth. As you think of this great good ask it for guidance to bring about your greatest good. If you forget to humble yourself before your greatest good then punish yourself immediately, not severe but by way of missing breakfast or lunch, deny yourself one thing through the day that you enjoy. If you smoke weed, smoke no weed. If you love a certain television show, do not watch it. During that time think of that great good and meditate, forgive yourself by way of cleansing. Correct error immediately and live without guilt.

This book is written for people who consider themselves Black, Moor, African, African American, Jamaican, Puerto Rican or more emphatically those who were enslaved during the Trans Atlantic slave trade. Though some of us have established our own lands, such as with Haiti we are the World Orphans. The evidence that we are not with family is our language. Someone from Puerto Rico may have been from Senegal, but because he was bought by a Spaniard now speaks Spanish, just as I could have been from there I now speak English because that is who captured me. This is true for our brothers in Brazil, some of whom out of self hate will not identify with us but we have the same blood line.

            This book is written to establish that we must unite and establish our own autonomous country that will trade with the rest of the world. We need our own nation and that does not come over night or over years. The slave trade officially lasted for more than 3 centuries, so it is only plausible that our condition will last at least that long. The only way to change our condition is like with anything else in existence, through processing. Generation by generation, half century by half century we must improve our state as a people.

            I am asking all World Orphan brothers to take the time out and read this piece. I am asking that we all put our small differences aside and unify. We are all facing the same problems so none of us need to look down upon the other or publicly ridicule ones belief or desired identity. If you get nothing else from this book simply understand that this book is a mission to open the mind to compassion for your brethren.

            In the beginning of this process what led us here was our tribalism. Our inability to be humble and peaceful with one another led us to this harsh condition we are in today. The beautiful thing about our condition is we no longer have language barriers and we have the ability to reflect on the tribalism that is obviously instinctive, but to reflect and control it. There are still tribal wars in Africa as well as in America and so-called Latin America and South America. We have Crips, Bloods, Moors, NOI, Hebrew Isrealites, Christians, Muslims, Atheist, Homosexual, Thug, Gangster, Businessman, Rapper, RBG, Panther, Democrats, Republicans, but what we do not have is an autonomous society, we also have no peace. Our tribalism and ego have led us to this point; we are a prime example that it is a total weakness. Our same innate self have also led us to realize we are survivors. No other people have survived an atrocity like the Trans-Atlantic, PERIOD. That within itself should reveal to you the lesson.

            I have written this book with several personal excerpts of my life to show and prove that this is my true soul. I am not holier than anyone; I am not great nor primarily significant, because everyone is unique and powerful in their own right. That fact alone annuls any unique quality that qualifies one to be special.

Learn compassion for your brothers and sisters, there is reasons that they are lost. The reason they are lost is the same reason that you and I are lost, we are conditioned to be lost, many of us rarely even notice the subtle conditioning that goes on in our day to day lives. Before you look down upon another World Orphan no matter what their title is first think of the times you fell short and why, in that 30 second journey within yourself you will find compassion, forgiveness and a desire to help. This book is only for those who recognize that we are in a position that needs changing and who want to change. This book is for those who recognize the many fronts to a war and realize we are in a war. This book is my testimony, my life, and my belief that I want to share with you. 

World Orphan Work with Yusef Shakur and Book Synopsis

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Check out the synopsis for Children of the Residue. This is a part of the remedy to prevent future Children of the Residue. I am proud to have been a part of this event and it doesn't stop. Brother Yusef is organizing another one and I will be a part of it again!!!

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            Tut got up and rolled the condom down on his long 11 inch rod. He instructed Sparkle, “69 with her while I pound it out.” Sparkle mesmerized by Meka’s awesome pussy licking skills had no problem returning the favor. Tut steadied his penis and rubbed it up against Meka’s clit and Sparkle’s tongue. He smiled to himself thinking of what the fellahs would think after they heard this story.

            After long prolonging he entered into Meka slowly like she asked him to. She was tight, tighter than what Tut thought could have been. She must not have had sex for half the year she was so tight.  Tut dipped his hips to get a little leverage, he motioned forward with the gentleness of a adult burping a baby.

            Meka felt like she’d been holding 2 pounds of water at the entrance of her vagina, but when Tut dipped his hips that water was let loose. A filling relief crept from her pit, crawled her upper body and leaped out of her mouth. Angelica’s eyes weren’t lying, Tut’s dick was dreamy and he seemed to know how to work it. Sparkle’s tongue feathering Meka’s clit had Meka about to cum within the first minute. She bit her bottom lip and her head was filled with steam. Veins popped from her temples and sweat appeared at her forehead. Her nails scraped into the sheets and she held on for dear life. There was an energy in her between purgatory and the cusp of heaven.

            Tut was digging four inches deep, slow and steady now. Meka’s fat lipped cat was purring and kissing with every stroke. He watched her lips grip at him, whatever Sparkle was doing was driving Meka crazy because she was frozen stiff. Through her lips Tut could hear a moan that came from the bottom of her stomach. Her breathing was deep and long in between eternally intense pauses. Tut dug his thumb into Meka’s rectum without thinking twice about it. The screams of ecstasy poured out. 

            Meka reached seventh heaven with the penetration of her rectum. She tried to squirm away but Tut toppled her. He asked, “Where you going mamma, huh? Where the fuck you think you going?” His voice was a smooth frequency blended on top of her shrieks. Meka felt the stream coming while every one else heard it splashing against Tut’s double mop thick shaft. Sparkle could taste Meka’s juices bouncing from Tut’s balls. The wetter Meka got the faster, deeper and harder touched rammed.

            The sex was passionate, wild, animal like, inhumane and unbalanced. The rhythm was off but with every second every one kept escalating their level of freakiness. Tut had his hands draped on the back of Meka’s neck as he tried getting leverage by sitting on his knees. His legs were gaped open and Sparkle’s tongue was sucking at Tut’s balls enjoying the bitter sweet taste of Meka juice. Meka was on her stomach but her bottom was hiked high into the sky. Tut delivered another orgasm for Meka two minutes after the first. He found his rhythm and seemed so in tune with Meka’s wave that he brought down another orgasm a minute after the 2^nd.

            Meka’s body felt drained. She tended to dislike allowing guys with big penises to fuck her from the back, she preferred that she rode for control. Tut on the other hand seemed to sense he could hurt a woman and didn’t give up all he had, nor did he pound on them. His tempo was like a clock ticking, only with every plunge came the sound of a kiss. Meka couldn’t take it any more, when the fourth nut came her vagina contracted so hard it squeezed Tut out of her. The woman juice torpedoed like a volcanic eruption drenching Tut and Sparkle. Meka collapsed on the bed.

            Tut looked at Sparkle, his eyes were zoned out, intense spheres with no room for play. She looked at him and saw a dangerous man determined to please. She felt hypnotized by his glare. “Your turn.” Tut said. Sparkle got up without thinking about it. Tut stood up and pulled Sparkle to the edge of the bed. He dipped his head to her feminine cut and let his saliva soaked tongue wet her inner thighs and buttock crease. Her vagina had a sweet musk to it. He tasted it. He flicked his tongue at her clit with the speed of light before sucking her lips. Tut’s head moved back and a rope of slob fell on Sparkle’s big leg. The lion had taken over the circus.

            “Pin your legs together.” Tut ordered. His lower helmet bull dozed just barely into Sparkle. She enjoyed the tease. When Tut felt her warm up to him about thirty seconds later he thought to surprise her. He dug in half way. Sparkle didn’t expect the thickness she felt. Instead of filling her she felt she had been broken in. Her pussy wore his pole tighter than snug. Sparkle hadn’t had a dick or dildo for 4 months, she preferred tongues and vibrators. She squealed with every dip.

            Tut stared at Meka while he pushed through Sparkle’s tunnel. Meka looked tired, defeated, submissive and ready for instructions. Tut slowed his pace and told Sparkle, “Tighten that pussy when I push in…tighten it up baby, don’t let daddy in.” Sparkle tried but Tut inched 8 inches inside of her slowly. When he began pulling out he told her, “Now let the cat breathe baby…good girl. Now I’m going back, tighten up for me. Don’t let this dick in that hot pussy. Let it breathe baby.” Tut had turned the circus into his own little game. The women’s nature enjoyed the lion’s show, he was dominant.

            Meka turned on from watching Tut maintain supreme control scooted to the bed and kissed him full in the mouth. Her hands graced his back and his neck. Tut kissed her back slowly and deeply. Meka had no time to think but felt his passion and sensitivity. The cold and guarded front was only a wall. She felt his inner wounds and instinctively wanted to heal them with affection. Her wild kisses turned soft, precious and light.

            Sparkle had been taking dick for 5 minutes now, following Tut’s orders. Just when she had it down pat he gave her a new order, “Look at me.” Sparkle turned back and those deep and intense eyes stared at her. They drew closer and before she knew what was happening his hot mouth held her mouth prisoner. The kiss was slow, bold and with reckless abandon. She creamed on the rubber.

            Meka couldn’t be out done, she couldn’t let Tut keep control. She went back to what she knew he didn’t know about, salad tossing. She let her tongue clean him. In a way she enjoyed tasting his sweat. It was a great thing to have sex and treat it like you worshipped the ground your partner walked on, especially when your partner was caught in the moment of worshipping you at the same time. Tut sped his stroke, Sparkle squealed louder. Meka felt in control yet submissive. Meka was happy, her muscles jumped anticipating Tut’s tool drilling her again.

            Tut didn’t think he could hold his nut if Meka kept licking at his ass. Tut competed with Meka for control. He directed them to change positions. He lay on his back, 11 inches rigid and not losing a centimeter. Tut said, “Sparkle baby sit on my dick facing me. Meka, sit on my face, facing Sparkle.” 

            Sparkle rode Tut like a wild horse while kissing Meka in the mouth. Sparkle took all 11 inches, even though she moved his penis to the side and bent it a little. Meka moved to Sparkle’s breast. The sensation coupled with Tut inside of her and her exposed clit rubbing against Tut’s pelvis brought her to orgasm. She was leaned back and damn near falling off the bed. The only thing holding her up was Meka.

            While Sparkle cum, Meka grinded her anus and vagina all over Tut’s face. He sucked and licked at Meka in no particular style. She followed the trail of sensation, finding it and losing it over and over again. Teased and fiending for release again she switched places with Sparkle. She tried to take Tut whole but never got to. Instead Meka leaned forward and double licked at Sparkle’s clitoris with him. Meka bounced up and down and grinded her clit on Tut’s stomach until she climaxed again.

            Tut felt her motion stop. He humped while clutching her soft cheeks and digging his middle finger in Meka’s shit cutter. Everything was wet and slippery. They tasted Sparkle climax. She leaked a slimy and thicker liquid than Meka. Tut didn’t like the taste, it was bitter. The taste helped him maintain his dick control.

            Sparkle fell over, exhausted, she wasn’t used to self indulgence. Sex for Sparkle was a simulated fantasy for money, vibrators and an occasional 69 with a female friend. Cumming from dick and getting ate out just wasn’t something she normally did. Her insides were tight from her pussy to her stomach, so tight she felt an ache.

            Meka kissed Tut’s lips and started bouncing on him again. She begged, “Cum for me daddy…cum for me.”

            “Naw baby, not till you cum again.” Tut said in between kisses.

            Meka climaxed twice more. Sparkle watched in amazement while fingering herself. Meka just lay on Tut while he jack hammered inside of her like an orgasm for him was somewhere in mars. Meka screamed, “Oh daddy, daddy don’t make me….oh…oh…I’m cumming again!!!” the moan was deep.

            Tut felt the warmth a little. Little did the women know Tut’s penis was numb. His foreskin had swollen up on him and the condom brought him no sensation. He knew the only way for him to cum would be to raw pole or masturbate. Masturbation was out of the question. Tut wanted this experience to last as long as he could stay awake.

            Meka rolled off of Tut and fell on the bed. He stalked Meka’s hot and sweet womanhood onto the floor. He entered her missionary style. Sparkle sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he stroked Meka in a circular motion. Tut’s back was sweaty and his shoulders bobbed with his hips. His motions were deep and deliberate but looked perfectly natural. Sparkle could tell Tut was just as attracted to Meka as she was.

            Envy entered Sparkle, she wanted to be longed for. She wanted to be making the sounds that Tut brought from Meka. The hum was something between a plea for mercy and brain dead bliss. The type of physical pleasure that totally dominates the senses, the type of pleasure that puts everything else on hold. Sparkle had her hands moving like electricity. She moaned out hoping to catch Tut’s attention but his only focus was Meka’s neck and ears. His tongue was stabbing everything with a pulse. Sparkle came on the bed.

            Meka came around the same time as Sparkle, her eyes were closed. She said, “Oh Tut please…hold on I can’t breathe.”

            “How you talking to me baby?” Tut asked. He had Meka all the way open. The sound her pussy and his dick made fascinated Tut. The sounds of their bodies sliding up and down exchanging sweat made Tut feel accomplished. He smiled while looking down at her. Meka’s eyes weren’t moving, her mouth was just open, her breathing pattern deep and without routine.

            “I can’t take it.” Meka begged.

            “I’m balls deep.” Tut said before jack hammering in her like most guys do. There was no finesse just power driving his whole 11 inches inside of Meka. Tut liked punishing women like this because they liked it. Tut learned that women liked a bit of pain with their pleasure. Meka delivered it just as good as she took it. Her teeth bit into Tut’s neck while her nails gouged his back.

            The neighbors wanted to call the police, Sparkle wanted to say it was her turn. It wouldn’t have mattered though; Tut seemed to have either love for Meka or some type of score to settle. After 5 minutes of pounding Meka came again, her whole body shook. Tut stopped his pounding and stood up. Specs of blood were on the tip of his condom.

            Exhausted Tut fell onto the bed and took the condom off. His dick still standing 11 inches high with a half an inch curve to the right, his foreskin a quarter of an inch extended and puffed. Sparkle wanted to play some more. She began licking and sucking on Tut. He was only half way awake. A hour and twenty minutes had passed since the three began their animal fun. Meka joined in the kissing contest moments later. Everyone’s fantasy was coming true.

            The sucking sounds stopped and gave way to the warm and tickling feeling. The feeling was unfamiliar but distantly known to Tut. His eyes were closed, his mind thought it may have been a dream. Something came upon his eye lids, it was a kiss. His eyes opened. Light was coming through the blinds of the hotel room, dawn had already come and he was really awake. He looked up and saw Meka staring at him. Something was wild in her eye, she looked possessed. There was no false mask hiding her real self, no bimbo expression. A lonely woman who had something was staring at him, a beautiful but evil and vile woman. The feeling moved on Tut and as it moved so did Meka’s stomach, her breath shivering up to her head, closing her eyes and chomping down on her bottom lip. He looked down and saw what it was, the warmth surrounded him. Tut was in the pussy raw.

            “Oh baby, what you doing?” Tut asked.

            Meka moved down and kissed him in the mouth. Tut didn’t think about fucking a stranger raw. Just like he hadn’t thought about eating ass and pussy, Tut only thought about the beautiful feeling Meka gave him. This was a feeling he hadn’t had in a year and a half. For now he didn’t mind just letting go, caught in the moment.

            Meka bounced her big and wobbly rump up and down on Tut at hyper speed. He felt better raw, his penis was smooth, slick, hot and ridged by veins, it felt powerful and muscular tickling her walls. He expanded within 10 seconds and eventually he exploded inside of her. She felt his sperm skeet deep within her, warm and full.

            The two control freaks were lost momentarily not caring. Tut went to sleep only a minute after his orgasm. Meka adored his face in kisses until she went to sleep as well. They slept in an embrace. The two loveless creatures who always wanted to gain for themselves were adjoined, at peace, imitating what they both feared…love. http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mycreedworldorphan

Welcome to the Society (3 available novels)

Test of Love is like an erotic version of the best man movie. In between the sex scenes though i discuss the concept of love versus the concept of lust, infatuation, ownership, the different forms of love and what not. It's a lot of drama, creeping, sneaking and freaking in that book.

Children Of The Residue: Detroit West Side is about the effects one particular broken home has on the neighborhood, it is actually a anthology of 2 books. The 1st one is about a boy who is bullied, the new kid in school with a drug addicted mother. He stops being the victim when he begins victimizing others and from there we travel into his transformation of his mind and his influence or lack there of on other youngsters growing up. Part 2 which is included is about his sister and his homeboys. His sister is going through similar problems that he had only their mother is now in recovery. The primary focus of part 2 is to elaborate on the transition adolescents go through psychologically pertaining to sex. Going from junior high puppy love to, let's run a train on her, like it's a sport or girl i want to fuck him because he has a reputation (validation) and how we LEARN to objectify one another.

Last 48 is a crime drama based in highland Park. I would say Donald Goines meets Ralph Ellison because there is a social moral. In one of the two stories there are 3 people who all live on the same street but different blocks but they don't meet until they meet with a barrel of a gun between them. They all have problems, facing eviction, street drama and trying to go straight but receiving no benefits. So i have a variety of things, the question is which one would catch your interest.