Tuesday, November 3, 2009

LISA NICOLE CARSON'S POWERS



Lisa Nicole Carson burst on the scene in the 1990's with a burst of wind, energy and motion that staggered mainstream America (white folks) with her boldness, and the confidence in her womanhood that for a long moment stopped the endless prattle of white women moaning over their issues of ineptitude, and body angst. Her confidence in herself was molded, by her own admission, by a few things including her relationship and understanding of the relationship with her father. Her beauty was a jolt to the senses every time she showed up on a talk show, or on a TV show. Her voice exuded a bit more than confidence. Her opinions of her power were statements of fact, and I can’t recall her apologizing for anything.




All of these thoughts swirled around her bust. Her breasts. The deep brown of her eyes pulled men into a hope of being her lover, and the center of her storm, and on the tip of her tongue envisioned their name dripping like honey slowly past the firmness of her chin down between the thick line between the breast on the right and the one on the left. Men who were strictly leg, or feet men could not help but stare in awe at her breasts. Pious men peaked from their high lofty places, poets wrote short and long verses about the strong and beautiful way she carried those breasts, and other men simply came on themselves with lust. Thousands of intelligent people pondered or wondered aloud at the way she handled herself in the public eye with all that ass, all that mouth, and those breasts! Many of us gathered with our friends to talk about her and gawk in amazement at her pictures or wait for her appearances on TV watching without breathing until her scene was over. Ministers, laborers, fathers, old men, lesbians, everyone had something to say about Lisa Nicole Carson.




But the bottom line of her attraction when all erections went down, and the excitement of her presence bled away into the doldrums most people’s lives return to the fundamental questions around survival, being one’s self, and the power of a woman, and most importantly, power of the self; something else surfaced. She became a gauge, of sorts, to many who were seeking strategies to live better, and deeper. Lisa Nicole Carson’s father, her family and her cultural heritage gave her a strength that spoke of a super power on levels above mere monetary estimations. She was, and probably still is, a combination or series of contradictions in the eyes of the weak-minded. Her sensuality, and sense of style came from a cultural affiliation of spirit that did not rely upon the estimation of homosexual men who set the theme, tone, and standards of evaluation of body type, fashion, or beauty. Her evaluation of the fashion industry and natural sense of self flew into the face of an industry that places great stock in women’s insecurities, more often than not generated by the fashion industry with its contradictory stable of players, image makers, and assault victims.




It is brutal on the soul to be the victim of the sexual conduct of predators who pounce upon, alter, and destroy the theme of young lives with their lust, the careful aim of their dicks into the bodies of boys and girls. Lisa Nicole Carson burst into the American spotlight with a value system based upon her truths, a father’s love, and an African woman’s sensibility, power and presence as she rules, or rather governs like African women do in traditional market places all over the African continent. She was the very reason white parents, for centuries, allowed their children to be raised by African women. African women’s contradictions, defiance, and play at submission, their ability to manipulate the illusions of white men away from their evil ways into the dark corridors of sexual liaisons with the women they enslaved and placed hopes of raising a family was the very seat of power in a world of white supreme sense of order and power of a world they examined and created from a distorted value system.




To play between the legs of a woman whose people are merely chattel to you, or to nestle their faces between the big brown or black breasts of women who will mother your white children into an adult who will dominate the Black race is to play with a fire. And cool waters cannot contain the heat of that fire because the fires of white men who conquer and take cannot relate to the very elements that will give peace to their souls, or rest to their consciousness. An African woman like actress Lisa Nicole Carson appeared to be a sex object, and was in truth a force, an elemental force incapable of being contained, yet if contained is not contained. ~Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories


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