‘A Letter to Pandora’

Say It: ‘I Am Woman. Hear Me Roar!’

A sample from Book 6

 A Letter to Pandora
 
my dearest pandora:
you evil whore
stop opening false doors
I'm tired
of your illusive detours
‒your negative gore
 
I'll admit
I fell for the allure
the I love yous
the you're beautifuls
 
I'll admit
in my glass
I let others pour
 
I gave up control
let others take it
then gave them more
 
their promising lure
came slow, gradual
 
I believed in I'm yours
I believed in giving
‒times four
 
I swallowed hard
walked, paced floors
 
I cried and cried
hid my raging sword
as more and more
me...they ignored
‒never questioning
what for
 
all this rage built
I learned to hoard
keeping the peace
I constantly explored
praying you'd close
these selfish-hearted doors
 
but I see
how easily
you get bored
needing to keep
good hearts torn
‒racking up scores
on your evil board
 
enough!
I'm tired of being scorned
you're just
an evil whore
 
my rage is building wings
‒jamming closed
your controlling doors
 
hear me roar!
I'm not a board
to be walked on
or drilled
with material nails
‒your false lure
 
I'm a woman
an unyielding commodore
high‒
I will soar
above all
your negative gore
 
look up
you wretched whore
I am woman
hear me roar!
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‘Stepping into the Fear’

Forget the Fear. Concentrate On What You Want!

A sample from Book 6

 Stepping into the Fear
 
what you are is what you think
―an old worn out thing
but living half your life
you come to see
how truly right
these words ring
 
any day-dreaming thought
even silently in the dark
―closed secret of the heart
given enough time
begins to shape its part
 
if the pictures seep in your head
while laying in bed
something you dread
or just want to unwed
―be careful
your repeated secret byline
given enough time
will come to you
will come true
 
it takes years
to make the picture clear
bits and pieces―
many scenarios pass through
your reality won't mock it
your actions won't show it
but in the universe
you did throw it
―over and over
believing it just fantasy
only your mind can see
nothing close to your reality
what does it hurt
losing yourself to its scenes
 
just a day-dreaming thought
something imagined in the dark
―silently in your heart
where no one has to be fought
something you think
not really sought
given enough time
begins to shape its part
 
with enough passing days
with enough nights to fade
the fantasy slowly builds
secret thoughts turn real

the universe enjoys enough time
fantasy to reality begins to align
instead of in your head
―hidden secrets fed
soon to become
a life led
 
deep inside
you try to deny
your eyes continuously cry
this can't be right
you start a war
―feverously fight
an outward dreaded fear
―at first unclear
the day-dreaming thoughts stop
as hands move on a clock
tic-toc, tic-toc
all your eye-seeing reality
becomes your secret fantasy
not exactly the way you saw
―the same is the result
 
wiping away the tears
now, it's all perfectly clear
what you wanted the most
―the secret you didn't boast
was the one thing
you truly feared
the fantasy
that only the universe
could hear
 
so it changed your course
―it may feel forced
you yell, scream, cry
over and over asking why
repeat, repeat, repeat
'til you're hoarse
 
 it leaves you no choice
but to step into your fear
―see your secret thoughts
as the true reality
of your heart  
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‘A Rose When It Blooms’

A Woman Becomes Awesome After the ‘Hard’!

A sample from Book 6

 A Rose When It Blooms
 
it's easy to pass it by
if you don't have a good eye
it's easy to deny
―be easily satisfied
by its humble life
 
it's easy to say goodbye
if you don't understand―
its true vibe
instead of just
its surface shy
 
it's hard to describe
what comes from deep inside
watching a rose come alive
―shine in the light
spread its wings and divide
 
it's hard to simplify
its gentle lullaby
―its pure divine
without trying to deprive
its exotic fire
it's hard to amplify
what its many colors
signify
or how it mystifies
emotions and desires
it's hard to transcribe
without trying to terrify
or leaving questions of why
―I'm willing to try
 
when a rose awakes and divides
emotions thrive
its very beauty signifies
its power from God†
―adding harmony to lives
making a grown man cry
leaving the most vocal soul
tongue-tied
 
once awoken―
a rose transpires
all of its drive
all of its pride
to its newly created empire
it doesn't try to bribe
with all its energy it dives
overriding its individual side
transforming its tide
refusing to deprive
so that its vibrance can thrive
 
with its own awakening desires
 it doesn't place a price
or intend to bring strife
it doesn't even think twice
or wonder if it's right
it doesn't need or try to justify
―connive or lie
it just breathes life
―a humbling sacrifice
byway of God's† pure light
 
yes, it's easy to pass by
if you don't have a good eye
it's easy to deny
the beauty of a rose
―opening and coming alive
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‘Twenty-Year Itch’

Trust Me: It’s Not Your Fault!

A sample from Book 6

 Twenty-Year Itch
 
there's a glitch
in this marriage-is-forever niche
no one says it
when selling their pitch
they just say―
marriage is a gift
no more ifs
no more endless cliffs
but it's all a myth
for there's a ditch
from which
comes the switch
where love drifts
lies are rich
truths are a bitch
change is swift
 
heed this warnings' monolith
the twenty-year itch
comes from this sudden twitch
egotistical snitch
a labyrinth
a deceptive clinch
leaving you adrift
lost to miff
without even one
understanding flinch
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‘Text Me’

Moving Through Anger with Bargaining!

A sample from Book 5

 Text Me
 
in this phone
I am a clone
away from home
easily...I roam
no longer alone
 
words I've thrown
cast a bone
string along
however long
I want you to belong
 
in this phone
I'm on loan
read my worded song
I'm wearing a thong
―hear me moan
I'll send a picture―
for your visual tone
 
with words I'm strong
―played like a trombone
I can turn you on
in my world
you'll be drawn
 
in this phone
nothing's wrong
it's my zone
imaginations grown
 
be careful―
if to me you're drawn
I'll take you
where you've not yet gone
for in this phone
I own
my imaginary throne
I'll make you moan
dance to my song―
your emotions
get too strong
I'll exit
and be gone
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‘Hold My Hand’

Men: Just Do It!

A sample from Book 5

 Hold My Hand
 
when I'm lost
― confused
wanting to give up
will you hold my hand
 
when I doubt
want a way out
will you stick around
 
when I'm angry
―scream
call you names
will you not place blame
 
when I cry
lost in sadness
will you change my mind
to live and not die
 
when I hate
my vision clouded
will you be my guide
tell me my life
is not a lie
 
when I want to run
leave all behind
draw a heavy line
will you walk beside me
―hold my hand
take my feet
from the sand
plant them
on solid ground
 
when I'm alone
lost in darkness
make you want to leave
will you forgive
help my eyes to see
everything
I want to be
 
when I'm here
cold...closed up inside
will you stay
give me space
help me see my way
 
when I want
to give up
will you stand by me
take my hand
help me be free
help me to see
what it takes
to be happy
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‘Transformative Change’

Educational Reform: Nothing New Has Happened!

A sample from Book 4

 Transformative Change
 
things are done with all good intentions
there goes
america's lack of education
 
in the year 2000
the dumbing down
continued its endless round
all have lost concern
going to school
meant...all children had to learn
      
all have forgotten
it's not easy to teach―
some are hard to reach
all have forgotten
teaching's not for pay
but to help our young
make their own way
 
over sixty percent
of this destructive wick
―those in poverty
couldn't read a single lick
forty percent of the same
abandoned
this education game
their reason―
not at all lame
their teachers no longer care
their parents not willing to bear
―to graduate
why even dare
―passing each grade
wasn't rare
 
pushing them up
―better for a teacher's cup
to end this sorrow
a new scenario
for america's tomorrow
―more american children
for a faster diploma flow
president george w bush
offered a texas push
 
no child left behind
his posted sign
his slogan and promise
to quickly diminish
 
too many chiefs
―round and round
goes the wreath
out went―
competition of the best
in came
a constant evolving mess
 
accountability―
a hypotheses of reality
failed quite miserably
this change―
under bureaucracy's rug
it was swept
 
parents having a right―
their child's mind
still behind
to a new school
they're free to go
this conceptional insight
in texas―
proved right
 
from 1994 to 1998
58 to 76 percent
―third graders
even with their grade-level line
proved bush's advocate
improved
school management
 
america's liberal kite
―their dumbing down bite
wedged their fight
 
endless control
endless laws
they sank their claws
getting their way
no matter
how many unconstitutional flaws
 
from the right to kill
an unborn child
mile after mile
idiots gone wild
without parental intervention
children can make
their own decision
straight to the clinic
abortion―right to take life
the way of hypocrites
their whining fit
 
young adults under seventeen
no more driver's license
wiping out privileges clean
before age of twenty-one
no more spirits
consumption undone
still...at eighteen
for freedom
they can kill...die
with a machine gun
 
liberals fighting to prove
before the age of twenty-one
not yet fully grown
young minds
must be given time
 
every young adult
they demand
must follow
their every plan
the diploma-for-ever-young-woman-and-man
became their cause
so here it goes
―the unseen blow
 
all those who can
―those above the slow-moving clan
forced to be equal
oh! so simple
all those
so bright―so smart
pinned down
with a liberal-halting dart
 
no child left behind
grew a different kind of vine
a simple concept
they could never accept
complication...their invention
instead of a parent decision
more controlling
by every administration
 
no more higher-order thinking
our school won't be sinking
 
federal money
will be our honey
began the lust
for higher ranking
now the threats
continued dumping down
liberals kept
just a new way around
bush's easy conception
every child will read
a forced liberal interception
the department of education
―bureaucratic corruption
forever changed america's direction
 
instead of increasing the minds of children
water-down test
we do confess
our scores
no longer in stress
teachers with high standard
once forced their students
moved constantly forward
instead of backward
with challenging assignments
single control of their classroom
instead of individual ways
doing what liberals say
 
teachers now burned
―lower your standards
slow down your pace
don't make it hard

so all can move forward
no longer I want to see
in your records

a failing grade
 
assignments not turned in
on a test...comes an f
on the teacher's back
their fault
threaten to be sacked
 
children who struggle
now are lovable
we don't want to see
them stumble

or you'll be in trouble
 
new kind of administration
teaching―
now a miserable occupation
 
now here comes
the liberal bureaucratic climax
to all this crap
the intelligent...held back
 
for the mentally challenged
we now clap
teachers stabbed in the back
no more play

at age three
school every day
gone school-yard recess
lunch now
a disciplining quest
 
equalism―liberal fascism
their hidden sarcasm
turned bush's
no child left behind
into an american education crush
 
their dumbing down scheme
moslem ideology
lurking behind the screen
thrives
as american freedoms
slowly die
leaving all
asking why
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The Day of the Woman

How Narcissist Play Their Game

A sample from Book 9

(Written in 2016)—It’s the day of the Woman! This quote says it all right there. I write about abuse and the five stages of grief (the process of surviving through them by-way of my personal journey) and it’s ALL public. [It is in my books.] It would make sense that I’m a child of God. A stubborn one. My mama always said so, too. My daughter swears this, too. So, I am sweet. But being a survivor that I am, I’m also a raging warrior when I need to be. That’s what makes a strong woman strong.

I’ve stated that my writing was going to squash all them narcissist abusers out there. I wasn’t kidding. They can see their ways or not. Of course, none of them will because they believe they are perfect, they refuse to see how they treat people as wrong.

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Recognizing Codependency in Yourself!

A sample from Book 9

Oh! Are you in for a treat! I began talking about codependency in Book 6. I didn’t see the horror in it until 2015…that need to make others happy began to affect me in the worse way. The following is part of the Introduction to Book 9 in My 12-Book series.

To heal…to completely heal from abuse, you have to deal with the codependent in you. It won’t be easy. From this book all the way to Book 12, I fought it. You can do it, too. Trust in the journey and get my books…I do have a different answer than most do.

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Bringing Yourself from Hurt to Healing!

A sample from Book 8

It’s a process. Sometimes a long one depending if abuse was in the mix. The follow is part of the Introduction to my 8th book in My 12-Book Series. It’s just the beginning of the acceptance stage. Depression still follows. Anger still follows you. You have a journey, but you can do it.

My journey took a twist by adding another relationship to the mix. This book is only the beginning to that. Oh! You just gotta love those who just think they don’t do any wrong. Life’s quite a ride!

“…This book is an exploration of self: Overcoming the anger, the hurt, seeing the damage and healing, understanding how God brings us to something in order to help us and not hinder us, to understand that God’s timing is not our own…and it doesn’t matter how we want to rush it, He’ll stop us in our tracks, slow us down in order for time to heal…[time to] work its magic.

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