Tranquil Trek

✌Victory Hand

Unplanned Activist

For Peace

Riding Away

Into Sunset

Broken Spirit

Worn Pieces

Life’s Lemons

Sour Expectations

Sunken Dreams

Humbly Quit

Radical Change

Necessary Means

Soul Searching

Seeking Hope

Cruising Effortlessly

For Peace

Rising Above

For Serenity

Headed West

For Relaxation

Moving Steadily

For Rest

Quiet Rehabilitation

Poverty Inspired

Challenges Aside

Women Empowered

Pride Conquered

People Died

For Peace

Chasing Sunlight

Silently Ascending

Slow Progress

Body Willing

Mind Struggling

For Peace

For Sanity

Fighting Demons

I’m Winning

The Battle

Self Motivated

Graceful Beginnings

Foot Soldier

Anti-war Agent

Mustering Strength

Maintaining Courage

For Peace

Reluctant Compromise

New Start

Fresh Outlook

Black Zealot

Much Stronger

Grateful Heart

No Longer

Looking Back

Driving Towards

Beautiful Sunrises

For Peace

*Video- Amtrak’s California Zephyr Line, from Chicago to Emeryville, California

Fight Depression

Where are you

Hiding

Your mind’s racing

Quickly

Your body’s shaking

Trembling

I sense fear

Shame

Your stare is

Blank

I’m feeling little

Aggression

Fight for your

Life.

Emotionally, you seem

Broken

There’s nowhere to

Run

Let us in

Depression

Step into the

Sun

Come back soon

Please!

Everyone cares so

Deeply

God loves you

Believe

Trust in him

Recieve

Seek help now

Therapy

Conquer your demons

Recover

God is Life

Discover.

Me Too Am Speaking

COCOA BUTTER MASK

I move with pride                    even though I hide                      the pain inside-                            I speak of shame                      not to defame                                or place blame-                        the embarrassment              was a detriment                          to my temperament-                    I didn’t choose to be a part of any movement or hash tag-      especially if the requirement meant that I’d be privy to sexual molestation-                It is with hesitation                that I proclaim            victimization-                    This is sad…                                  However, my aim                  is to lose the humiliation            that I hold inside-                        The resentment survivors carry, can vary                      from fear to anxiety-                  from depression to grief.            By standing up against abuse,  it’s a slight relief-                      Do I regret speaking up about the who touched me              that night? No-                              At the time (age 10),                    I lied and stated that                nothing was wrong                      but I cried-                            What made me think            that I could be strong enough    to say something,                      to tell my truth-                            When I did                                    I was not believed-                      It was not a reprieve                  It was a game-                              The only thing I achieved was  the name of  a liar.                      Him, he became the victim-      I tried to tell                                  that I was playing in Hell            with the devil                        with a grin-                                    He actually smiled at me            ever so gingerly                      like he was protected-                I felt neglected                          My family                                    did not help me                        My feelings were rejected-        I did not receive a hug,              a kiss or a pat                            on the forehead.                          I got yelled at instead-                Usually my mother                      coated our ills            with Cocoa Butter…                      it was better than pill-          This time, she seemed torn, confused, removed, worn.        I had nobody-                          My scars were infested              by sores                                      My skin bled with spores            of contempt.                                  I was used-                                    Even though                          years have gone by,                      therapy does not conceal            the harmful memories-                                                                        Prayer and meditation helps    to heal the clutter of emotions.  Forgiveness is key-                      I am writing my truth                to liberate me from hate.            Holding such rage in                  is not healthy-                              I pray that I can          shed some anger            towards this dead man.              I will forgive him one day-        My bruises are mine.                  Other people have died              trying to hide much pain.          I say ENOUGH!

My testament is to inspire,      to empower other people          to come forward.                        SPEAK UP!                          DON’T BE AFRAID!                      Seek assistance and put a stop  to this violent crime          before it repeats-                      It’s time to SUPPORT            each other-                                    LISTEN to one another              and mend scars                      that don’t fade-                          Let perpetrators know                their mistreatment won’t be tolerated and they will be punished!

#MeToo     #AmSpeaking            #Itriedtotell     #MyTruth

Reduce the fear                          of double victimization              by giving an objective ear        to someone in need.

About Me, The Poet

I am a human. I am a black girl, who loves God. I’m able to walk on two feet and speak about my ideals and ideas. I’m blessed to be alive.

I am constantly learning and thinking of new insightful “food for thought” to share.

I love nature and all beautiful things (and some not so pretty things too). I believe that life is a matter of interpretation and I’m grateful to be able to see, hear and experience it all.

My interests in books vary but naturally, since I am a poetic kind of girl, I gravitate towards poetry and philosophy. I do enjoy a good mystery drama. As a newfound hobby, I have been buying lots of gardening books lately. They are mesmerizing as well as informative. I am a reader of anything that sparks my imagination to stay motivated in my pursuit of knowledge and happiness.

I am a writer of quirky and spiritual things. I am proud to be a newly published author. I write because it frees my mind of so many words that are fighting to be released. I am at peace with what I write about. My book is a collection of my sense of the world and its unique possessions. I am passionate about my book’s contents.

I know that everyone has a story to tell and I enjoy sharing and swapping tales. My notebook is a necessity to me and a special friend that holds precious meaning. If we were to be departed ( my notebook and me) I’d be torn to pieces.

BLESSED, On Cloud 9

I’m truly DELIGHTED by God’s MERCY and his GRACE.                                                            I’m GRATEFUL for BLESSINGS God has BESTOWED upon me.                                                I’m THANKFUL for the LOVE God has GIVEN me.                                                                      I’m PLEASED for the PATIENCE God has GRANTED me.                                                          I’m INDEBTED for the FORGIVENESS God has SHOWN me.                                                    I’m HOPEFUL for the WISDOM God has PROVIDED me.                                                          I’m HUMBLE for the LIFE God has AFFORDED me.                                                                  God has bestowed many blessings and I’m forever grateful.                                                   I’m truly EXCITED by God’s PRESENCE and his PRESENTS.

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