Resurrection of The Black Woman PDF

Want to know the state of a nation? Look at the state of its women.

Want to know how to make a nation weak & vulerable? Make its women weak and vulnerable to you.

Want to make the women feel as if she is weak without your presence and is always vulnerable to you? Weaken the husband right before her eyes.

Want to become master of Gods most precious creation for mankind? Get control over the woman’s womb.

The woman is the key to this nations weakness, as well as its strength. IT all depends on whom she calls master, because without her even having a choice in the matter, she was conflicted and oppressed so that she only has choices.

Want to break a woman down to a bitch? Make her forget her nature…

Resurrection of the Black Woman



Consequences of Having Too Many Sexual Partners

“There are a lot more going on in our bodies than we know.”

Are we conscious of our sex life? Do we think about the consequences that go beyond the common protection from std’s and unwanted pregnancies?

“Free love” comes with a price. Watch the video below to hear some interesting biological facts dealing with women having numerous sexual partners.

Did you know? *Notes from the Clip*

• Women carry the DNA of each of their sexual partner in their body for the rest of their lives.

• There is no such thing as “no consequence” and “meaningless sex”. Saying aloud, “this is just for sexual pleasure” doesn’t trigger the same message to our brain. One of the effects of sexual intimacy is “Brain Chemistry”, and oxytocin which is a bonding hormone in both men and women.

• Men who get vasectomy develop autoimmune disorders. (Cancer Risk)

• There are three types of Male Sperm

Claimed by a British Author. They are,

1. Egg Getters

2. Blockers

3. Killer

• When a woman has multiple partners in a short period of time there is a sperm war that takes place in a woman’s body. Killer sperms killing off other male sperm. Her immune system goes under a state of arousal as her body is trying to make time adaptation. Once again, this happens when a woman has many partners.

• How is it that a woman can be so attached to Mr. Wrong? Well, if she has sexual intercourse with “Mr. Wrong” during ovulation, she immediately becomes attached.

So ladies, be mindful of your “body count”. Being the “sponsor” of a football team is not at all a proud thing.

Consequences of Going Without Sex

You know when you’re in that dry spell season ladies, all things are no longer the same! Either you’re feeling unconfident about yourself which has kept you out of the game, or maybe you feel fed up with all of the bs you’ve been dealing with in relationships, that you believe you’re taking it out on the world by being relies against sex. Well in actuality, you’re being rebellious towards yourself. Here are the consequences of not having sex for a long time, which indeed Will shock some, a surprise many.

*Original from*


You Lose The Desire To Do It

When you don’t do it, your body produces fewer of the hormones that make you want to. Don’t get them pumping again and your hormones could convince you to stretch this dry spell way out.

You Get Sick More Often

Did you know that people who have sex once or twice a week have higher levels of antibodies to fight colds? That means better protection against colds and flu.

PMS Is A Little Worse

Have your cramps been a bit more intense lately? Your dry spell might be to blame. Regular sex means more estrogen in your system to reduce the pain of PMS.

Things Loosen Up

One of the first things that happens during a long dry spell? The muscles of the vagina begin to relax, and things can loosen up down there.

You Get More Productive

Not all of the consequences of not having sex are negative. Sexual energy has to go somewhere, and women are more likely to channel it into work.

Chances are that Sex Might Be a little bit Awkward Next Time

Confidence is the key to climaxing, and you lose some of that edge when you don’t have intercourse on a regular basis.

Things Can Get Swampy

When all of those stored up secretions aren’t flushed through consistent intercourse, they start releasing themselves throughout the day…


Grouchy? Lack of sex might be to blame. Jonesing for it can make you moody. But go without it for long enough, and your bad mood will go away–along with your desire to do it altogether.


Vivid Sex Dreams

Another consequence that’s not so bad. Too bad you can’t control when you have them.

You’re At Greater Risk For Heart Disease

It sounds crazy, but one study found that having sex three or more times a week cuts the risk of stroke and heart attack by half.

Your Sense of Smell Gets Worse

Want to have more fun when you stop to smell the roses? You might need a roll in the hay.

Weight Gain

Sex isn’t just a workout. It produces testosterone that improves your workouts and gives your metabolism a little boost.

A Semi-Permanent Bad Mood

Did you know that semen is an antidepressant? Seriously. Take it vaginally or orally and you can put a permanent boost in your mood.
Go without and you’re more prone to falling into a funk than those who get a weekly dose.

& finally…

You Don’t Get To Have Sex
(Oh man!)

Well, duh. And “it,” whether alone or with a partner, is pretty amazing!
What are your thoughts? Share them comments below…

Raising Queen

Never would I have ever, ever think that I would make it this far…
You taught me how to smile, the first time we looked into each others eyes, the day that I was able to finally see who you were. At first when I came, I gasped with tears looking for you, not knowing what you looked like, only knowing the energy that you held within you. You have always been able to stop my tears, by holding me comfortably and resting my head upon your breasts.
You taught me strength. No matter how many times we were removed from our home or how many shelters we had to reside in, you never signed away on your life. Although food was limited, your hustle was persistent. I don’t remember if there were ever a whole day that went by, where I would have gone without having had something in my stomach. You taught me that with having strength comes sacrifice. You’ve had many sleepless nights,your body had many desires for it to remain for the next day, yet when the next day came, you and your smile still  remained.
You taught me to be humble. Although we never had the world, we had the things that God provided us, which was each other. That was what you told me. I would complain silently for my needs as a child to be able to live as a child. Silently I complained, because so aware were my eyes to the pain you felt each day, but tried to hide from me. I knew that to still have you there with me was a blessing, and God must be real up there, because I remember every night in your prayers, you asking, “Dear lord, If I ever shall die, please have mercy on my daughter and allow her to have another day.” I had wondered at the time, if God ever spoke back to you. I was glad that we always had some place to sleep at night, so I learned that although I may live in struggle, as long as I had something today, there was still a chance for a better tomorrow.
You taught me that love was still real, even when it wasn’t seen. I remember when my need to be a teen, and to live like the people I watched, got the best of me and I began to hate you for what you couldn’t provide for me. I cursed you, I mocked you, I betrayed you, and I left you. Still though, mother, you never left me. Why though? How could you have still loved me while I did so much harm to your heart? You said, “because for nine months we were one, and on the day when for the first time we locked eyes, something automatically became real through you first smile, something that I promised would always remain in my own heart.” Then I would remember everything we been though, my childhood, and how not only did you keep me alive, but the love from both of us combined, is was kept us standing.
You taught me that valuing myself as a woman came first. I remember my first heartbreak, when I cried in your arms, and once again you comforted me with resting my head upon your breasts .I remember me wondering and asking aloud, “what did I do wrong?” and how could I fix it. You told me that the only thing I needed to fix was my level of self esteem and my need to be wanted. You told me that I was born to be a creator, a healer, a warrior, and that I was a nurturer for life, that life depended on me, and I needed not to depend on it, or devalue myself as a pawn waiting to be used. You told me that many things will be said about me and many images will be created, to portray me as something which I must know for myself, I am not. From then I understood my value, and my worth. Watching you as a woman, taught me who I am.
You taught me to love, instead of hate what I didn’t understand. When they diagnosed you, I was angry, I was confused, I had questions but didn’t know where to go to find the answers. So I felt that God was responsible. I felt like you paved the way for everything you’ve been through, in order for you to be able to live a long life. So why couldn’t God have mercy? When that was all you’ve ever asked of him in the first place. But you denied me of my anger, and reminded me how God kept us both in each others lives, and provided for us the means to survive, through our times of struggle. You told me that everything that has life has it’s time, but just because the things we love doesn’t last forever, does not mean that we need to curse it from the time it’s been with us. You told me that my frustration of not understanding something, meant that I wasn’t one with it, and me being frustrated with God for what was happening to you, meant that I wasn’t one with him. You taught me that forgiveness, would provide prosperity for my heart, so I forgave my misunderstanding, and I forgave my own separation, from the life bond that we made.
You taught me that if I were to truly be a forgiving person, I had to let go
of pain.
You taught me so many things, but most importantly, you taught me how to be a strong, standing, faithful, and motivating black woman, who was inspired by her own queen.
On this special day of mine, I dedicate it to you, both me and your granddaughter. Although she remembers you barely, I pass on everything that you have ever given me, to her. On that day when her and I first locked eyes, and I seen her smile for the first time, I understood the bond, and I made the same promise to her, that you made to me.
This is a special day for us all, and I know you’re here celebrating and enjoying it with us. I thank you for being a queen, who raised a queen, who is now able to raise up another queen. Without you, I could not have been possible.
Thank you mother.

Behind A Cats Meow

What’s amazing? This world is, and how the people in it never fail to feed my amusement. What’s the one thing we like to do? Play God and judge our peers. People paint a picture of someone that they don’t know, and believe that they have the perfect picture of that someone and not even have a name to go with it. These pictures just make the self feel good.
Social Media is very popular, we’re all on it. What’s also popular? The people who were able to use the internet as their personal advocate and become social media famous. Believe it or not, these people get per-judged the most. They get called stuck up and are believed to feel as if they are better than everyone else. I won’t lie, I’m at fault for once believing this as well, but then after speaking to an IG famous girl, I learned that many claims that were made about “Preppy” and “pretty” looking females, are false. Here is what a female had to say about her own experiences with being judged by her looks.


Assumptions: There are a lot of negative stereotypes that come with being attractive. Stuck up, mean, crazy, and gold digger to name a few. The funny part is, neither I nor any of the pretty women I know are like this. Some of us are in school, some have jobs, some are in relationships, and others are singe. We are humans. These negative thoughts people have about attractive people (before getting to know them) stems from that persons own insecurities. “That person may not like me, so I’m going to diss them first.” It’s a logic that lacks logic & self esteem.
I’d hate to put a distinction on people and say that there’s an attractive & unattractive side, but just to narrow down the point I’m trying to make, I’ll continue on.
I’ve actually found that unattractive, or non-sociable people are usually the ones with a chip on their soldier, being rude for no reason. I don’t want to take away from the issues unattractive people face, but I feel like our issues are two sides of the same coin as far as assumptions go. I can sense insecure people, they tend to try to mistreat or treat me different based on my looks alone. Therefore, I do have to be on guard around new people. I have trust issues, with good reason. I am also very assertive and don’t let people all walk over me. You can’t be too nice & pretty, or you’re screwed. It sucks.
Dating/Friendships: Despite what you see on tv, dating can be quite difficult for extremely attractive women. Its that untouchable effect where we intimidate most men. We do, however, have great luck with assholes because they are the only ones with enough balls to approach us. We get tired of being alone, so we go along with it. Mind blown right? And you thought beautiful women liked d-bags. Nope, its actually the other way around. What all women like are confident men & losers actually come off as confident, while they good guys stay watching from the sidelines.
I’ve had men tell me I’m “intimidating”, even when I’ve made it easy for them by doing the approaching. Quite a few guys I’ve been with have caught “performance anxiety” & couldn’t even perform in bed because they were “nervous”, as one said to be “I’ve never been with a girl as fine as you.” That isn’t a compliment, it says you’ve put me on a high pedestal & now you’re punking out because you think you’re not good enough. Well, guess what, I believe you. Now you aren’t good enough because that’s what you’ve decided for yourself.
Social Media: I am what you could consider “IG Popular,” with over 5k followers. People ask how I did it. The thing is, you can’t be stingy with likes or comments. It’s not a contest to see who can get the most likes, its a community you must participate in, or people won’t like you much. You also have to post good quality pictures that others would like. This takes 1 year sometimes.
Do likes and comments boost my self esteem? Yes. Am I obsessed with it? No. Some people leave really sweet or funny comments & it does make my day, but I’m not on it 24’7, contrary to what people may believe. I only post about twice a day. I also like to go on blogs such as this one during my down time… So yeah, that’s it. I hope I answered most of the questions that you or anyone else may have had…