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  • Profile of an Ex-Slave – Original Poetry

    and I never knew the value of that red Georgian soil until I saw the gently wrinkled face of my great-great grandmother who shaped my future in the palm of her hands

  • Creation – Original Poetry (thanks Meri for remembering this one)

    I created the stars in your eyes I created the warmth in these skies It is I who is worldly and wise It is I who you see in the beauty of the butterflies

  • Getting comfortable in my own skin

    Motherhood can cause you to forget who you were before you were a mother and a wife. I was once asked in a group setting to close my eyes and think of five roles that I have in my life, and in order of importance. I immediately saw the words mother, wife, sister, daughter, homemaker,…

  • For My Love – Original poetry written Sept 1985

    you are everything I’ve ever wanted a man to be and I treasure your love like the Egyptians treasure the ever flowing Nile…

  • For Bunta..

    By letting go of our young women, we trust the Creator to provide them with the opportunity to grow into greatness and use what they’ve learned to choose the path best suited for them.

  • There’s no where to hide when love comes calling your name

    I ducked Love, I ran from Love, I stepped around it and I had relationships with men who didn’t want love or who weren’t in the position to promise love or who were just unavailable emotionally. And I felt that I evaded Love.

  • How did I get here?

    It had been over a year since I had felt lips on my skin or hands around my waist. And if I was going to take this leap back into intimacy, then who better than someone I had known for twenty years. I trusted this man. I could feel safe and vulnerable at the same…

  • Facing the fear

    I didn’t think I would ever be able to step out on faith and insist on a life of peace and joy. I take things one day at a time and I thank God for the little things.

  • What happens to a dream deferred?

    My grandmother was the most nurturing, beautiful, loving grandmother one could ever have. She encouraged everyone else to have a voice of their own, while hers remained silent. God gave her a gift and she placed it back on the shelf.

  • The reason for the season – Reposted to welcome Baby M!

    We cannot look back to the past and change anything that we or our parents have done, but with each new birth and each new season, we can start anew, search ourselves, our emotions, our hearts and our souls and make a choice to do something different.