Turning tragedy and pain into enlightenment and understanding is the only way humans truly grow.
’Fill you days with life not your life with days.”
I love this line because my friend Emily lived by this motto. Emily died from terminal cancer and decided not to undergo treatment because she did not want to spend the end of her life cooped up in a hospital. It taught me to remember that life is short and fragile so we need to take advantage of the time that we have now.
An angels hour
A broken promise in the wind
the swiftness of life rolling by
i lost you
i gained you
i loved you
i hated you
you lied to me
you protected me
i did not know as that poison pumped through your veins
i did not know that your body was killing you
i lost my love
i gained awareness of life
i hated the secrets, the deception, the lies the c....c....ca.....can......cance......MONSTER!!
i loved your hope, your tenacity, your bravery, you smile
your never ending smile
even into to arms of death your smile was my peace, my medicine, my motivation, my Life
May angels carry you to sleep
In the river of the deep
As you fly on angels wings
May my heart and memories sing
As I watch you on your way
We will meet again some day
At dawn of my final hour
In this field of hopeful flowers
May we reunite in love
As I leave for you above
I will see you in a while
Hold for me that hopeful smile
We are all people
Sometimes this very question bothers me and I know it bothers others. The topic is so touchy that no one wants to talk about it. So I humbly thank you for asking this elequent question.
No from what I can tell you I am a black female. Do I feel comfortable wrting stories based on other black feemales? Good question me. NO! People are gonna be mad about the things that they cannot control. Everyone is different and writing a story about a particular race is not easy no matter what your race or nationality you are writing about. People should be allowed to write about who they want to as long as there is no bias against a perticular race or nationality. If someone wants to write a book that has a sterotypically loud black girl and her loud black friends then thats fine. I will admit that there are some really loud black girls, but don’t write that all black girls are loud. Some of them are not, like myself. I think that people from other races and nationalitys can write about each other without there being any problem. Actually I very much encourage it now it it 2019 and 2020 is not to far around the corner. I think that seeing where others are at in terms of their knowledge on other people is very important for future growth. With that in mind when you are reading you should take all aspects that pertain to people with a grain of salt. 9 times out of 10 it is not about beaing racist or offensive. That is where we can educate others when they show ignorance. If its not a crime then do it. But thats only my opinion.
Sometimes you wonder what could every be the limits of love. Love saves, Love gives, Love sacrifices, Love is kind. All I know is love hates it kills. Goodbye Mom.......
I do not know who I am, writing is my master and I must obey it is my very instinct.
Angels watching over thee
Take ones soul and set it free
If the time for light expires
Man will break with sins desire
Since my love, my Lord is you
May my deepest wish come true
Hold that child to your breast
And soothe her in a peaceful rest
Nothing but happy
Even when I had nothing you gave up everything to stay by me, "My Love"
The eye of the beholder
“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Every trail that we reach in our lives is nothing good nor evil, not bad nor good, not right nor wrong. It is what it is until we reach out and handle it with such beauty and grace that only the feeling of deep raging passion is left. Until we can face each dragon and admit that her beauty compares to that of an angelic princess only then can we get past the beastly appearance so that trial can blossom into hope and love.
That the the lesson of life I have learned.
A sweet memento of love
Beauty sleeping in the night,
Take ones love and hold it tight.
As the sun and moon come to see,
Find your heart and set it free.