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THE MAN WHO THINKS HE CAN
If you think you are beaten,you are,
If you think you dare not, you don`t.
If you`d like to win, but think you cant`t,
It`s almost a cinch you won`t.
If you think you`ll lose, you`ve lost,
for out in this world we find,
success begins with a fellow`s will:
It`s all in the state of mind.
If you think you`re out classed, you are:
You`ve got to think high to rise.
You`ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life`s battles don`t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins,
Is the one who thinks he can.
 
 
"Test of a Man"
The Test of a man is the fight that he makes.
The Grit that he daily shows.
The way he stands upon his feet.
And takes lifes numerous bumps and blows.
A coward can smile
When there`s nothing to fear.
A nothing his progress bars.
But it takes a man to stand and cheer.
While the other fellow stares.
It isn`t the victory after all.
But the fight that a brother makes.
A man, when driven against the wall,
Still stands tall and takes the blows of fate.
With his head held high.
Bleeding, bruised, and pale,
Is a man who wins and fate defies.
For he wasn`t afraid to fail!
"Author Unknown"
 

A Kappa Man
AND God said.....I'll make me a man,
A man of Kourage, A man of Dignity,
A man who is able to become all that is said,
I'll make him in the kolor of valor: Krimson Red
A man of Wisdom, A man with certain Gleam,
A man who is able to fulfill every woman's dream,
I'll make him in the Kolor of Integrity: Kappa Kreme
A man who konsists of no ends or boundaries,
A man that will let nothing stand in his way
I’ll kreate a man that will have a Kappa Walk in his sway
A man that focuses on his achievement, faith and ultimately heaven,
A man who is more Knoble then that founding group of seven and smoother that other 1911
A man that walks with Kourage and Pride
A man who able to put all petty things aside
I'll make me a man that kompels of no sin,
And God said,
I'll start this group of O so Pretty men with ten!
Men of Strength, Men of Love,
Men who are worthy of treasures from above,
Men who holds the secret of Phi Nu Pi
Men who are as radiant as those diamonds in the sky,
And God said, I'll will make me this man,
Who will be forever be right by my side,
And I'll kall him,
A man of Kappa Alpha Psi.

The Five Pearls of Wisdom

There were five unique women
Who started the journey down this road
On the shoulders of those five women
Bore Zeta's first heavy load
Not once did they waiver
Or ever turn around
They taught us that a true lady of Zeta
Always stands her ground
No matter the odds, no matter the tests
Those special women taught us
To always put forth our best
Zeta was something inside
That they truly loved
Something that they knew
They would always be proud of
Now every Zeta must strive
To live the lives that they showed
For the things that they knew
We now know
Like the sky shall always be Blue
The Pearly Gates shall always be White
And when I like my Pearls
Close my dying eyes to darkness
I shall not fear
For they help to lead me down the path
Of God that is right
I have been led by the knowledge
Of the Zeta Light
I will not stand before my maker
Hanging my head down in shame
Because I know five Zetas in Heaven
Made sure that He would be proud
To sign my name
A TALK WITH GOD
One day I asked God for the best He had new,
He said, "Take the richness of the color Royal Blue."
I then asked God for the best He had old,
He said, "Take my wonderful Antique Gold."
I told God I was searching for love in the Earth,
for value and sisterhood with women of worth.
He said, "What's best for you, I'll always know.
Here, meet your sisters... Sigma Gamma Rho."
I said, "God, we're all so different. What can we do?"
He said, "Learn to love each other as I love all of you."
I said, "God, that's so hard.
We can't make it come true!"
He said, "It's hard - Yes!
But I command that you do."
I set out on my journey.
Pledged my time and mind, Learning how to love while I was on line.
As I grew into a Sigma and walked the burning sands,
my loving sisters accepted me, holding forth their hands.
I see them and I meet them everywhere I go.
It is glorious to have others with me as I grow.
So God, for my sorors, I thank you so!
The satisfying sisterhood of Sigma Gamma Rho!
 
ORIGINAL
Original, by definition, means pertaining to the Source.
Well when you speak of the Original Woman
You are speaking of me, of course.
See I am the AKA, the First and Finest for All to Behold
I change Black Women to Black Pearls, I am 92 years old
By merit and by culture is the motivation behind my
Strides.
An Alpha Kappa Alpha woman will always “Walk with
Pride”
You see, being the Original Woman is not my only claim to
Fame.
Service to all Mankind is our most esteemed aim
I am the Original, giving consistently of myself
Addressing pertinent issues, from AKAdemics to good
Health.
Who made a commitment to do good.
A commitment to my people
And my Sisterhood
I am the hope and the dream of the impoverished and unclean.
When I grace the room you know the Pink and Green is on
the scene.
I am intelligent, beautiful, finest yet sophisticated.
A strong black woman, college trained and widely
Educated.
One time originated, three times imitated,
but never, ever duplicated,
I represent Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Incorporated!
And God Said . . .
"I'll make a woman"
A woman of substance, A woman of pride,
A woman who is able to put petty things aside.
A woman of integrity, A woman of love,
A woman who is worthy of
The treasures from above.
A woman who is genuine,
A leader in every way
God said, "I'll make a woman . . ."
I'll call her AKA.
author unknown
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother
By Brother Freeman Montaque, Jr.
Our Family trees are not the same,
we both have a different mother
And yet I'd proudly tell the world
that this man is my Brother.
It's like we've lived our lives together,
though we meet for the first time
As this powerful sense of Brotherhood
makes everything seem fine.
Spectators stand and look with awe
as we do our secret shake,
Never realizing that this clasping of hands
does not a Brother make.
We are Brothers in a deeper sense
than they can comprehend,
For when our bond has just begun,
theirs are about to end.
When we were searching for the light,
as all Sphinxmen must do,
They stood aside and laughed out loud,
"I wouldn't do that! Would You?
and yet when we had crossed those sands
and the light we could finally see,
They stood aside and whispered softly,
"Oh how I wish it were me!"
I know the decision I made was wise,
of this I'm sure and have no doubt
Each day in my life will have blue skies,
for I'm an Alpha from here on out.
And never again will I be lonely
for I have Brothers everywhere,
In cities of population two,
I even have a Brother there.
There is nothing in this whole wide world
that we wouldn't do for one another
I'm sure I'd even give my life
to save that of my Brother.
But there are still those in darkness
who cannot understand
Why I would share the burden
which belongs to another man.
When asked,
"Why weigh yourself down
with the load of another?"
I simply smile at them and say,
"He ain't heavy...he's my Brother!"
The Struggle"
In the beginning an ordinary clam,
In the end, a priceless pearl!!
We start at the beginning of the hill
Getting to the top is a matter of strength and will
The surface is rocky and the slope is steep
Sometimes we crawl.
Once in awhile we may leap
Over the invisible hurdles strong enough to make us weep
The mind is challenged, the body is worn
The days are long and the pride is torn
But, in the end a new creature is born
An Alpha Kappa Alpha woman standing sleek and tall
Ready to challenge the world unable to fall
Alpha Kappa Alpha what does that mean?
Certainly more than wearing pink and green
Alpha Kappa Alpha is deep down in my soul
I am an Alpha Kappa Alpha woman I am whole.
A TRUE KAPPA MAN
Someone of honesty, vision, and drive
A man who lives and walks by Phi Nu Pi
With a passionate, burning dream
To become one of the men
Who wears the Krimson and Kream
His heart, bold and Knoble
Is as strong as can be
While, like the Diamond,
Starts out rough, but ends with that Kappa gleam
His love for K A Psi
Was evident from the start
When asked, why not Alpha or Omega
He said, "Kappa is just in my heart!"
With his diamonds held high in the sky
And God's presence there just the same
His dream reached reality
And a NUPE he became
So he will always wear the Krimson and Kream
And it will be there to stay
Because he will be "A True Kappa"
Until his last dying day.
Author Unknown

Invictus by William Ernst Henley:
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
LOOMS but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Don't Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When cares are pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quite.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow --
You might succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to the faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit --
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

-- Rudyard Kipling
Be strong!
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift,
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift.
Shun not the struggle; face it. 'Tis God's gift.

Be strong!
Say not the days are evil, - Who's to blame?
And fold not the hands and acquiesce, - O shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name.

Be strong!
It matters not how deep entrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day, how long.
Faint not, fight on! To-morrow comes the song.
We Are The Same"
(From the Founders for the Neophytes)
Look at me Brother, what do you see?
Another Man with a destiny ...
That is similar to yours but twice as old
We picked your colors of Brown and Gold.
We plowed the land and tilled the fields,
and when it was harvest, we designed your shield.
We named Polaris, the Star shine bright,
and followed his lead to twelve points of light.
We stood tall in the desert sand,
and watched you change from Centaur to Man.
Because of the above, please do not hide,
Come stand with us, side by side.
Our only difference is our name,
As Fathers and sons, we are the same.

- Hon. Lonnie C. Spruill, Jr.
Founding Polaris, Iota Phi Theta Fraternity, Inc.
Sisters by birth I have none,
God did not give me one.
But sisters I am not without any,
My sisters were chosen from many.
More precious than friends and acquaintances too,
A sister’s love is always true.
Though acquaintance I acquire and friends I may lose,
I am bound forever to the sisters I choose.
Scholarship, character and service should be our aim,
In ideals and principles we are all the same.
Of all things in this world that are great and good,
There is no greater love than sisterhood.

~Ignorance is a disease that can be cured by knowledge~

BROTHERHOOD
One whose grip is a little tighter,
One whose smile is a little whiter,
One whose deeds are a little brighter,
that’s what I call a Brother.
One who’ll lend as quickly as he’ll borrow,
One who’s the same today as tomorrow,
One who’s there to share your joy and sorrow,
that’s what I call a Brother.
One who while you’re gone, will miss you sadly,
One who’ll welcome you back gladly,
One who though angered, will not speak madly,
that’s what I call a Brother.
One who’s willing to aid you,
One who’s advice has always paid you,
One who’s defended you, when others have plagued you,
that’s what I call a Brother.
One who’s been there when life seems rotten,
One whose ideal you have not forgotten,
One who’s given a lot more than he’s gotten,
that’s what I call a Brother.

House of Alpha </center>
<center>by Brother Deceased Sidney P. Brown</center>
GOODWILL IS THE MONARCH OF THIS HOUSE,
MEN UNACQUAINTED, ENTER, SHAKE HANDS,
EXCHANGE GREETINGS AND DEPART FRIENDS.
CORDIALITY EXISTS AMONG ALL WHO ABIDE WITHIN.
I AM THE EMINENT EXPRESSION OF FRIENDSHIP.
CHARACTER AND TEMPERAMENT CHANGE UNDER MY DOMINANT POWER. LIVES ONCE TOUCHED BY ME BECOME TUNED AND ARE THEREAFTER AMIABLE, KINDLY, FRATERNAL.
I INSPIRE THE MUSICIAN TO PLAY NOBLE SENTIMENTS
AND ASSIST THE CHEMIST TO CONVERT UNGENEROUS
PERSONALITIES INTO INDIVIDUALS OF GREAT WORTH.
I DESTROY ALL IGNOBLE IMPULSES. I CONSTANTLY INVOKE
PRINCIPLES WHICH MAKE FOR COMMON BROTHERHOOD
AND THE ECHO RESOUNDS IN ALL COMMUNITIES AND
PRINCELY MEN ARE THEREBY RECOGNIZED.
EDUCATION, HEALTH, MUSIC, ENCOURAGEMENT, SYMPATHY, LAUGHTER...ALL THESE ARE SPECIES OF INTEREST GIVEN OF SELF INVESTED CAPITAL.
TIRED MOMENTS FIND ME A DELIGHTFUL TREAT,
HOURS OF SORROW, A SHRINE OF UNDERSTANDING,
AT ALL TIMES I AM FAITHFUL TO THE CREED OF COMPANIONSHIP.
TO A FEW, I AM THE CASTLE OF DREAMS.
AMBITIOUS, SUCCESSFUL, HOPEFUL DREAMS;
TO MANY, I AM THE POETIC PALACE WHERE
HUMAN FEELING IS RHYMED TO CELESTIAL MOTIVES;
TO THE GREAT MAJORITY, I AM THE TREASURY OF
GOOD FELLOWSHIP.
IN FACT, I AM THE COLLEGE OF FRIENDSHIP; THE
UNIVERSITY OF BROTHERLY LOVE; THE SCHOOL FOR THE
BETTER MAKING OF MEN.
I AM ALPHA PHI ALPHA!!!
 
 
Excuses (a poem you`ll have to recite if your Dean or a member thinks you`re giving an excuse to something)
Excuses are the tools of the weak and incompetent.  Used to build monuments of nothingness.  Those who excel in it seldom excel in anything else but excuses.
 
 
The Unanswerable Question
(for when you don`t know the answer)
My head is made of african ivory, tennesee marble, case, hard, and still. Which serves as an impregnable barrier to all that which speaks to impress itself on the convulsions of my cerebral.  That is to ay that I am dumb. Damn dumb and do not understand big brother sir.
 
 
Do to the fact (a poem for when you  are asked why you don`t know)
Do to the fact that I am uninformed to the highest degree of accuracy.  I hesitate to articulate for fear that I may deviate to the highest form of restitution. sir.
 
 
Time (when asked the time)
By the inner-most working and intricate mechanisms of my varied and fascinating chornometer.  as available to my persuasial.  I approximate the time as being ______ ticks and tocks.. (alpha, kappa, sigma..u choose) time!b  Sphinxman
 
 
12 P`s (poem)
Piss poor preperation promotes piss poor performance.  Piss poor performance promotes pain.

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