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Spoken Word Poetry for Sale

I got $5 on it. If you are into spoken word poetry, then I encourage you to take a moment to check out this up and coming poet from the Bay Area. 

This book is now on sale for $5 a copy to all of my friends and family on social media. If you have PayPal, it's even better because you get an instant invoice/receipt for your purchase AND if you don't have $5 immediately, PayPal allows you to utilize your PayPal credit account. So why wait for something different, when you can get it here and now?

If you're in the mood to support my business venture, send me a PM with your PayPal email address.  I will then send you your invoice. Once payment is received you'll get your copy. Only $5 via PayPal. I'm grateful for any and all support of my craft. OneLove

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Spoken Word Poetry for Sale
I got $5 on it. If you are into spoken word poetry, then I encourage you to take a moment to check out this up and coming poet from the Bay Area. 
This book is now on sale for $5 a copy to all of my friends and family on social media. If you have PayPal, it's even better because you get an instant invoice/receipt for your purchase AND if you don't have $5 immediately, PayPal allows you to utilize your PayPal credit account. So why wait for something different, when you can get it here and now?
If you're in the mood to support my business venture, send me a PM with your PayPal email address.  I will then send you your invoice. Once payment is received you'll get your copy. Only $5 via PayPal. I'm grateful for any and all support of my craft. OneLove
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Written by jnahaspoetry in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Poetry Pieces of Peace

A refined modern day writer,

Her pen game leans on a dash of

Hood and a dollop of complexity.

The interwoven urban living and

Life lessons with book smarts;

She’s an oddity indeed.

But ask her and she’ll tell ya

“my style was made just for me!”

© 2016 Jnaha

For A Conglomerate of Life Game Poetry - BUY Your Copy HERE  http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/Jnaha

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Written by jnahaspoetry in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Poetry Pieces of Peace
A refined modern day writer,
Her pen game leans on a dash of
Hood and a dollop of complexity.
The interwoven urban living and
Life lessons with book smarts;
She’s an oddity indeed.
But ask her and she’ll tell ya
“my style was made just for me!”
© 2016 Jnaha
For A Conglomerate of Life Game Poetry - BUY Your Copy HERE  http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/Jnaha
#nonfiction  #education  #poetry  #spirituality  #lyrics 
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Introspective Perspective

'Tell the truth and shame the devil', shouts society. While in reality, what the world really mean is, 'what goes on in this house, stays in this house!'

Startling truths are exposed in this book full of secrets. Truths so life altering, they disturb everything you think you know and understand about human nature.

As Pandora's box unravels the hidden truths, leaky faucets and skeletons of an Oakland, Ca bred family; society is launched into a revolutionary view of the ever-evolving mind of a peculiar prodigy.

BUY your copy HERE:  

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Written by jnahaspoetry in portal Publishing
Introspective Perspective
'Tell the truth and shame the devil', shouts society. While in reality, what the world really mean is, 'what goes on in this house, stays in this house!'
Startling truths are exposed in this book full of secrets. Truths so life altering, they disturb everything you think you know and understand about human nature.
As Pandora's box unravels the hidden truths, leaky faucets and skeletons of an Oakland, Ca bred family; society is launched into a revolutionary view of the ever-evolving mind of a peculiar prodigy.
BUY your copy HERE:  
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/Jnaha
#nonfiction  #horror  #education  #childrens 
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Can You Afford To Pay It Forward Today?

 Hi y'all. I was wondering if you'd be interested in paying a blessing forward today. I write books, and I think I'm good at it. I write memoirs/life books, poetry, spoken word, and pieces of positivity to supplement my income.

The thing is, I found myself in a bind and I kind of need some money. I am an earner. What I prefer instead, is to earn money from selling my published writings. Your contribution is 100%, a fair exchange of goods and services.

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jnahaspoetry@gmail.com

I typically don't like to ask for help, but it's all I got. For less than the cost of a Starbucks coffee, you would be supporting a fellow human. Some people have never been in my shoes, so I don't expect some people to respect or understand my movement. But to those of you who have seen hard times even just once, I am asking that you please support my Poetry and published written works. I would do it for anyone else if I were in the position to do so, and even when I am not in the position to do so, I share what I have in abundance.

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Written by jnahaspoetry in portal A Writer's Path
Can You Afford To Pay It Forward Today?
 Hi y'all. I was wondering if you'd be interested in paying a blessing forward today. I write books, and I think I'm good at it. I write memoirs/life books, poetry, spoken word, and pieces of positivity to supplement my income.
The thing is, I found myself in a bind and I kind of need some money. I am an earner. What I prefer instead, is to earn money from selling my published writings. Your contribution is 100%, a fair exchange of goods and services.

 http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/Jnaha
jnahaspoetry@gmail.com
I typically don't like to ask for help, but it's all I got. For less than the cost of a Starbucks coffee, you would be supporting a fellow human. Some people have never been in my shoes, so I don't expect some people to respect or understand my movement. But to those of you who have seen hard times even just once, I am asking that you please support my Poetry and published written works. I would do it for anyone else if I were in the position to do so, and even when I am not in the position to do so, I share what I have in abundance.
#nonfiction  #poetry  #philosophy 
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You have a few days left to live. Only you know this. You are able to leave behind a note, letter, story or poem. It can be about anything you wish. Show us what you write. (Feel free to tag me. And by all means, don't feel that you're constrained to write something sad)
Written by jnahaspoetry in portal Fiction

Almost Out of Time

Before I leave this place behind

I want to show the world what I did with my time

I lived for the experience and wrote all about it

Poems – diaries – books – and love ballads

If the world loves me least, then the sky loves me best

Because I’ll be going home with an S on my chest

S as in successful – spiritual - solid - strong

Satisfied that where I’m headed – I belong

A brave heart I am, a strong spirit I be

Nothing but the good life is what’s left for me

Forewarned of what’s to come in my next life journey

So, don’t cry for me, nor beg for my mercy

I dance in truth as I sing in deliverance

Life - a forever portrait etched in remembrance

Of all that I’ve done and the hearts that I’ve touched

While appalled with the existence of the corrupt & unjust

Worked for the dream of others, until I got bullied out of employment

Which sent me up a stream to a life of peace & enjoyment

Educating - elevating - gravitating to the light

Speaking truth to the youth – balancing wrongs with what’s right

Gone too soon - this gorgeous life learned butterfly

But not soon enough – I got my wings – now I can fly.

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You have a few days left to live. Only you know this. You are able to leave behind a note, letter, story or poem. It can be about anything you wish. Show us what you write. (Feel free to tag me. And by all means, don't feel that you're constrained to write something sad)
Written by jnahaspoetry in portal Fiction
Almost Out of Time
Before I leave this place behind
I want to show the world what I did with my time
I lived for the experience and wrote all about it
Poems – diaries – books – and love ballads
If the world loves me least, then the sky loves me best
Because I’ll be going home with an S on my chest
S as in successful – spiritual - solid - strong
Satisfied that where I’m headed – I belong
A brave heart I am, a strong spirit I be
Nothing but the good life is what’s left for me
Forewarned of what’s to come in my next life journey
So, don’t cry for me, nor beg for my mercy
I dance in truth as I sing in deliverance
Life - a forever portrait etched in remembrance
Of all that I’ve done and the hearts that I’ve touched
While appalled with the existence of the corrupt & unjust
Worked for the dream of others, until I got bullied out of employment
Which sent me up a stream to a life of peace & enjoyment
Educating - elevating - gravitating to the light
Speaking truth to the youth – balancing wrongs with what’s right
Gone too soon - this gorgeous life learned butterfly
But not soon enough – I got my wings – now I can fly.
#adventure  #poetry  #spirituality  #lyrics  #andrometa 
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The Cat To His Dog...

Slyer than any dog could ever dream to be,

Always on the prowl ever so discreetly

Sneaky... creepy... seductively intriguing

A Sphinx in mind, yet merely just a kitten indigenously

Purring sweet nothings, causing trouble

Without even trying – just a bundle of humble

Test her, and she will rain on your parade

Indubiously – she’s just that damn good with the charade

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The Cat To His Dog...
Slyer than any dog could ever dream to be,
Always on the prowl ever so discreetly
Sneaky... creepy... seductively intriguing
A Sphinx in mind, yet merely just a kitten indigenously
Purring sweet nothings, causing trouble
Without even trying – just a bundle of humble
Test her, and she will rain on your parade
Indubiously – she’s just that damn good with the charade


#fantasy  #nonfiction  #poetry  #philosophy  #lyrics 
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~A Blueprint~

Imagine Waking Up a Couple Million Dollars Rich, What Would You Do?

Me? I’d pay all of my debt down to ZERO– quick, fast and in a hurry. But first, I’d jump up and down and scream for ten minutes straight, hollering “no more worries!”

After paying them bills though, I’d be at the first open house showing! But it gotta be in a safe neighborhood with a 7-day closing.

Next, I’d find a fulfilling charity to donate bucks galore. Schools, shelters, and women’s empowerment groups – might even invest in a bookstore.

I will always pay homage to the people who opened up them doors. Those that helped me, hindered me, and especially all of my sponsors and mentors.

And for the rest of my life, I’d kick back, relax and chill. Enjoying the fruits of my labor, while watching my investments build and build.

By the same token, I’d be sure to pay it all forward. By reaching out to my people, dropping jewels on how their steps may be ordered.

If I woke up a million dollars rich, life would be good. Because as I rise, I will help as many people as I could.

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~A Blueprint~
Imagine Waking Up a Couple Million Dollars Rich, What Would You Do?
Me? I’d pay all of my debt down to ZERO– quick, fast and in a hurry. But first, I’d jump up and down and scream for ten minutes straight, hollering “no more worries!”
After paying them bills though, I’d be at the first open house showing! But it gotta be in a safe neighborhood with a 7-day closing.
Next, I’d find a fulfilling charity to donate bucks galore. Schools, shelters, and women’s empowerment groups – might even invest in a bookstore.
I will always pay homage to the people who opened up them doors. Those that helped me, hindered me, and especially all of my sponsors and mentors.
And for the rest of my life, I’d kick back, relax and chill. Enjoying the fruits of my labor, while watching my investments build and build.
By the same token, I’d be sure to pay it all forward. By reaching out to my people, dropping jewels on how their steps may be ordered.
If I woke up a million dollars rich, life would be good. Because as I rise, I will help as many people as I could.



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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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~Dark Stain~

All I ever knew is rejection in my life.

The complexion of tar imprinting a permanent scar of strife.

A Scarlett letter of a dark color, treated like a stain.

Wanting society to treat me fair, though all I get is pain.

Mama never liked me because I didn’t fit the mold.

I can’t control who I am, and I refuse to quiet my bold.

For it is the shield of armor against a world complacent in hate.

Be it home life, work life or love life – it seems to be my fate.

That no matter how hard I push myself, I hardly get too far.

When everyone around you wants to tell you who you are.

What you’ll never be – places you’ll never see. A caged bird it feels I am.

I’m simply screaming to the world, ‘just let me be! got damn!’

I’m not trying to hurt nobody, though plenty have hurt me.

When I gave my love to a phony tony, my heart was stolen – lock & key.

Showing me no mercy through the journey of his loveless game of chess.

Playing on my emotions in the guise of devotion, he showed me hate the best.

Dressed up as love in its purest and most sincere form, initially…

Eventually placidly yet drastically, I felt myself drowning in toxicity.

It took me three agonizing years before I found my exit route

Wheeling away the remainder of my feelings in an empty brouette.

In my departure, he didn’t neglect to remind me of my flaws

Too dark! Too strong! Too eccentric. For every effect, I was the cause.

Of why he wouldn’t and couldn’t, stand tall, deep in love with me.

This is the story of my life – Oh what a tragedy….

Maybe one day soon I hope, I’ll be more than just a stain

Dark and lovely forever defines me, as I long for fortune and gain!

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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~Dark Stain~
All I ever knew is rejection in my life.
The complexion of tar imprinting a permanent scar of strife.
A Scarlett letter of a dark color, treated like a stain.
Wanting society to treat me fair, though all I get is pain.
Mama never liked me because I didn’t fit the mold.
I can’t control who I am, and I refuse to quiet my bold.
For it is the shield of armor against a world complacent in hate.
Be it home life, work life or love life – it seems to be my fate.
That no matter how hard I push myself, I hardly get too far.
When everyone around you wants to tell you who you are.
What you’ll never be – places you’ll never see. A caged bird it feels I am.
I’m simply screaming to the world, ‘just let me be! got damn!’
I’m not trying to hurt nobody, though plenty have hurt me.
When I gave my love to a phony tony, my heart was stolen – lock & key.
Showing me no mercy through the journey of his loveless game of chess.
Playing on my emotions in the guise of devotion, he showed me hate the best.
Dressed up as love in its purest and most sincere form, initially…
Eventually placidly yet drastically, I felt myself drowning in toxicity.
It took me three agonizing years before I found my exit route
Wheeling away the remainder of my feelings in an empty brouette.
In my departure, he didn’t neglect to remind me of my flaws
Too dark! Too strong! Too eccentric. For every effect, I was the cause.
Of why he wouldn’t and couldn’t, stand tall, deep in love with me.
This is the story of my life – Oh what a tragedy….
Maybe one day soon I hope, I’ll be more than just a stain
Dark and lovely forever defines me, as I long for fortune and gain!

#Itslit  #getlit 
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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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~(Holy Spirit)~

I may have encroached upon the digs of a spirit Queen. Or rather, she came out of nowhere as a manifestation of my thought process. At the time, I was in search of a new home. One to plant my seeds of spiritual discovery. I want to watch it blossom and grow into a windfall of liberation for the tribe of the dark skins.

But at the open house, something consumed me. Perhaps it was a strong intuition, but I think not. Indeed, something within me advised me to walk past the house, so I did. At the same time, I overheard the seller and the realtor speaking, almost as if they knew I was coming for this home, and they had no intention of giving it to my kind.

“I think you found the kind of buyer this neighborhood requires.” Said the realtor. They (the realtor, the owner and her children stood upon the front porch watching me pass them by). “Yes, this one’s got a trust fund. It’s a guaranteed sale”, she continued.

As I heard this, the hairs on my skin rose. This never happened before. “You want it. You’ll get it!” A spirit spoke. Then an Ancestor said, “These are your stomping grounds – your territory. You want it. It’s yours.”

Looking all around me, I saw no one to whom I could identify as the speaker of these words. Then as if floating on water, and cool as a cucumber, I sprung on, past the house once more walking to my car.

“Soy Kalifa” is what I heard the second my car door closed, windows rolled up. I didn’t understand the meaning.

“Soy Kalifa”, it whispered. The entire ride back home, soy kalifa was all that ingrained within my brain.

And then….I began praying. Asking for guidance on how to make home ownership a reality in my life.

After this, I felt cleansed. As if I had done and said what needed to be done and said. Next, a jazz song of the most beautiful melodies began to croon from my stereo system. The title on the stereo face plate read ~Soy Kalifa~.

Soy in Spanish means, I AM. Kalifa, an African baby name means, Holy.

Coincidence?

I think not…..

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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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~(Holy Spirit)~
I may have encroached upon the digs of a spirit Queen. Or rather, she came out of nowhere as a manifestation of my thought process. At the time, I was in search of a new home. One to plant my seeds of spiritual discovery. I want to watch it blossom and grow into a windfall of liberation for the tribe of the dark skins.

But at the open house, something consumed me. Perhaps it was a strong intuition, but I think not. Indeed, something within me advised me to walk past the house, so I did. At the same time, I overheard the seller and the realtor speaking, almost as if they knew I was coming for this home, and they had no intention of giving it to my kind.

“I think you found the kind of buyer this neighborhood requires.” Said the realtor. They (the realtor, the owner and her children stood upon the front porch watching me pass them by). “Yes, this one’s got a trust fund. It’s a guaranteed sale”, she continued.

As I heard this, the hairs on my skin rose. This never happened before. “You want it. You’ll get it!” A spirit spoke. Then an Ancestor said, “These are your stomping grounds – your territory. You want it. It’s yours.”

Looking all around me, I saw no one to whom I could identify as the speaker of these words. Then as if floating on water, and cool as a cucumber, I sprung on, past the house once more walking to my car.

“Soy Kalifa” is what I heard the second my car door closed, windows rolled up. I didn’t understand the meaning.
“Soy Kalifa”, it whispered. The entire ride back home, soy kalifa was all that ingrained within my brain.

And then….I began praying. Asking for guidance on how to make home ownership a reality in my life.

After this, I felt cleansed. As if I had done and said what needed to be done and said. Next, a jazz song of the most beautiful melodies began to croon from my stereo system. The title on the stereo face plate read ~Soy Kalifa~.

Soy in Spanish means, I AM. Kalifa, an African baby name means, Holy.
Coincidence?
I think not…..

#adventure  #mystery 
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"I should come with a warning sign." Show us what's written on it! 2-20 words only!
Written by jnahaspoetry in portal Micropoetry

Discretion advised...

Hard pill to swallow

Sassy and too real for society

May change your thinking – 

Without even trying...

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"I should come with a warning sign." Show us what's written on it! 2-20 words only!
Written by jnahaspoetry in portal Micropoetry
Discretion advised...
Hard pill to swallow
Sassy and too real for society
May change your thinking – 
Without even trying...
#nonfiction 
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