Let America Be America Again

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!

Langston Hughes, 1902 – 1967

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Well, here we are, February 1st: Happy Birthday (we’re pretty sure, anyway), Langston Hughes! If you aren’t familiar, maybe acquaint your self, because he was something special.

And February is Black History Month, so it’s kinda sorta sweet serendipity that Langston Hughes is ushering it in.

Good Evening my Goddess:

I am truly humbled and grateful for this wonderful assignment and to prove my absolute devotion to you. I still have my precum-soaked panties in my mouth. Even now as I am writing this, the panties remain in my mouth, because I am YOUR slut and am willing to do anything to please you. I adore you and will be yours forever. I love that you command me to do dirty things to please you. And I am glad to to them,  to make you proud that I am yours.

The assignment was spectacular as all your assignments for me are. The Aneros felt amazing rubbing against my prostate, causing me to immediately start leaking as I rocked with my hands around your cock. I did as you instructed pushing and grinding, all the time knowing that I am yours and that I live to serve and obey only you. The more I did this, the more I leaked; and it was divine, Miss Angela.

I hope that you will deny me a pleasurable release for a long time. That my sacrifice of orgasms brings you great pleasure is everything to me. As I got closer to the edge and continue to feel the Aneros do its job, my thoughts turned to how wonderful it is to belong to you. The gifts you give me bring pure bliss to my heart.

I know where I belong, and that is at your feet:  under your control, being obedient and a good boy. I know this is what I want. I can’t wait to speak with you again; I crave hearing your voice as you continue to mind-fuck me — over and over and over again — until I am completely and totally transformed into your perfect slave.

Thank you again for this assignment Miss Angela. I have removed the panties from my mouth and will remain out of the cage until you say otherwise.

Your Pet

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Isn’t he just adorable? He was a very naughty boy for me and I’m pretty sure he was digging it, aren’t you?

This assignment actually contained many other components; I’ve edited that from the email as it’s between me and him. And, absolutely not! I will NOT show the pictures he sent. You know I NEVER EVER do that.

So, yes, you too, can request *paid* assignment from me. I’m very, very good at it. But if you know anything about me at all, you know I’m very, very good at everything I do. *wink*

xo, Angela

Get your Tao on

and ….

A man may attain health and longevity if he practices an ejaculation frequency of twice monthly or 24 times a year. If at the same time he pays careful attention to proper diet and exercise he will have a long healthy life.

Alternative ORGASM DENIAL (because that is what we are really talking about, aren’t we, boys?) methods suggested by Taoists theorists:

• Ejaculation only 20 to 30 percent of the time (2 or 3 times out of every 10 sessions)
• Ejaculation no more than 1 time every 20 days for men older than 50 and no more than once every 100 days for men older than 60
• Ejaculation based on the seasons: none during the winter, twice a month during summer and autumn, and no more than every 3 days during the spring

read all about it:

https://prostate.net/articles/controlled-ejaculation-frequency

Just because I luv you boys!

Say it after me: Miss Angela always knows best.

xo, Angela

When I fantasize about being with you, I don’t fantasize about a stone goddess. I dream of a fiery human goddess, who flares and wanes, who burns slow and smokey and who burns fierce and pure.

I dream of all your changing moods and lively demands, of having to keep pace and to pay attention to you and your heart and mind and even spleen.

I imagine tending to you, exhorting you, celebrating you, and being your devoted bitch and torture victim.

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This email absolutely made my week. I even incorporated your emoji.  xo