This month is the official month we celebrate Black History. Some ask why do we need an entire month? Well, unfortunately, if we didn’t have the month, kids and adults would never learn about people from our rich past. We are survivors, fighters, educators, scientists, philosophers, freedom fighters, professional business men & women, athletes, entertainers, founders, inventors, etc. and yes even president.

SheliaGoss.com will be featuring women past and present that have contributed to Black History in some way or another.

We can thank Carter G Woodson for initiating what is now an official celebrated month of Black History.

Dr.Carter G. Woodson was born in 1875 in New Canton, Virginia, the son of former slaves James and Elizae Riddle Woodson. His father helped Union soldiers during the Civil War, and he moved his family to West Virginia when he heard that Huntington was building a high school for blacks. Coming from a large, poor family, Carter Woodson could not regularly attend school. Through self-instruction, Woodson mastered the fundamentals of common school subjects by age 17.

To read more about Carter G. Woodson, click here.

Today, I honor my mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and the many women that came before them. Each one of these ladies made an important impact not only in my life, but in their communities through service and making a stand for justice.

I recall a story my grandfather told me about his grandmother, my great-great grandmother. She came from Africa. Made her way to the shores of America on a slave ship via Virginia. She walked from Virginia to Louisiana. Owned by the Prudes. Bred children–some she was able to keep and then there were others that were taken from her–sold into slavery just like herself.

Thanks to my mom, I was able to learn about the many contributions to Blacks in our nation, not just during Black History month, but all year through and that’s what we need to do for this new generation. Celebrate Black History daily.

Color-Free
© 2008 by Shelia M. Goss

The color of my skin shouldn’t define me
Because when I go out of this country,
American is all they see.

My Brown-sugar, Caramel, Ebony, Hershey-chocolate,
Mahogany, Mocha, Vanilla complexion
Is only an outer shell.
You have to dig Deeper,
If you want to know
What’s embedded in my mind.

My skin color might hint to my Races
Past struggles and pain,
But don’t lose the fact that we’re
Individuals and not all the same.

One day I hope we can all
Be one big happy family
In the meantime, I’ll leave a legacy
To the younger generation.

Show by example on how to get through
Life’s complications.
I will teach them how to love
Through my own interactions.

I will show them how to give
And not wait for someone’s reaction.
I will encourage them to dream and not
Let society dictate who they can be.

I will show them the benefit of believing in
Oneself, but most of all in a Higher Being.

I hope to see the manifestation of my vision
A society that’s COLOR-FREE.

For fun, answer today’s quiz question in the comment field:
Who escaped slavery in Maryland in 1849 to become the conductor of the Underground Railroad?

Harriet Beecher Stowe
Angela Davis
Harriet Tubman
Rosa Parks

A taste of CHOCOLATE

By Shelia M. Goss

Can I have a piece of that Chocolate?

Not in the sense of what you might think,

But beneath the layer is what I seek.

No I’m not looking for a Sugar Daddy;

Just a man who can keep me Happy.

Yes I like  my almond joy,

But it’s you I want to know.

So open up and let me in;

Take time to know me as your friend.

Just turn me into your Chocoholic

Make me feel like I can’t do without it.

So again I ask you,

Can I have a piece of that Chocolate?

   Thursday, June 25th will be a day I never forget. I got news that left me speechless. How do you comfort a family who lost two young loved ones in a fire–there were no words but hugs.  Although I only met Annishia (21) and her daughter Ariel (6) a few times prior to their death because of my association with their uncle, I can remember their welcoming spirits and their beautiful smiles. Their uncle loved them dearly and to see his pain and that of their parents and grandparents, filled my heart with grief.

On that same day,  we all lost the king of pop–Michael Jackson.  The impact of Michael Jackson’s death didn’t really hit me until Sunday. I guess my mind was already dealing with so much. I grew up loving Michael Jackson. I can remember me, Annette & Cordella playing a game we called the Jacksons–where we would each pretend to be one of the Jackson’s girlfriends. Of course everybody wanted to be Michael Jackson’s girlfriend. LOL

The Lord is calling us home–young–old–famous and not so famous.  If your house is not in order–its time to get it in order.

After talking to Henry in more detail about his nieces, this is what my heart led me to write.  I recited it to their mom/grandmother last night–I’m glad it uplifted her spirits.  Although I wrote this about Annisha and Ariel, it can also hold true for the fans of  Michael Jackson. I can hear Michael singing now, “Just look for me and I’ll be there.”

Don’t Worry About Us

Fantasy Made Into Reality

This Reality is taking me back
To my Fantasy
As you undress me
And your hands start to
Caress me
The anticipation of you holding me
Tends to excite me
As you make love to my body
I ride on the brink of ecstasy
As you kiss me
Lick me
Filling me up
With you inside of me
Making me wet
With each stroke
Until my mind is no longer in control
My body takes over
Shivering

Reality is better than any Fantasy

                      I am blogging over at Readers Rooms (formerly Blogging in Black) today. Check it out: http://readersrooms.com/2009/04/02/who-am-i/

Words can not express how I felt when Barack Obama officially became the first Black American to get the Democratic presidential nomination. Today we are living history.

R-E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N (Time to Change)
By Shelia M. Goss

Revolution started many years ago on the back of the broken-hearted, resulting from

Evil men’s egos who thought it was okay to enslave the mind and

Violate the body and whoever was against it were either maimed or killed

Only the strong survived. Now here we are in a new day and time, some of us

Living the dream that King talked about, we can not live our life recklessly, leaving the memory of our ancestors behind.

United we must stand, because history shows how far divided we can fall.

Too many people fought and died for the things we now enjoy.

Instead of complaining, be thankful and be ready for action when injustice surfaces.

Oppressed? Distressed?  Then take the time to think of some solutions. This

November – Take a Stand and Vote for the right man -  Barack Obama for President!!!

Let’s celebrate this moment in history together and make more history together in November.

 It was a proud moment for all Black women to watch Michelle Obama give her speech at the DNC last night.

I wrote this to honor women like my grandmother, my mama, aunts and other women like Michelle Obama who have given back to their communities and loved ones and not asked for a thing in return. 

The Last 60 Seconds by Shelia M. Goss

Our relationship spanned over 365 days,

But can be summed up in 60 SECONDS.

In the 1st second

You managed to say the words

“I missed you.”

If you missed me that much,

Then why did it take days for you

To return my call?

In the 15th second,

You managed to say the words

“I need you.”

Of course you do,

Who else would have put up

With your bull for this long?

In the 30th second

You managed to say the words

“I want you.”

Yeah right, after midnight it’s a booty call,

And I made the mistake

Of answering my phone.

In the 45th second

You managed to say the words

“I love  you.”

I look you straight in the eyes and

Ask you one simple question

Why do you love me?

In the 60th second

You were silent

Scanning your mind for the next lie.

As you open your mouth to speak,

I must interrupt,

Sorry, but your minute is up.