The "5"enses

EMOTIONALLY ... PHYSICALLY ... MENTALLY ... VERBALLY ... SEXUALLY

RISE ABOVE IT ALL

"She watched as they yelled and as they hit ... she watched her childhood fading ... she wandered when a light would be lit ... and God would decide she was worth  saving ... already they yanked from her little escape ... and hurt her with more than just words ....abuse plagued the angel God loved the most .... but accidently sent down to earth " ~ Author Unknown

I am not here to tell you how to live your life nor am I here to pretend as if everything is alright. I see the child, I heard the children, I watch them as they walk, I listen to them as they speak. The way they talk, they way they play, it's all about how they behave. Hold up, wait, if it was so easily noticed through display, why have you not taken a stand and help them be brave. Protect the young, we must remain strong. I do not blame you nor do I blame myself, it is not this type of life one would chose, a state where one is left lost and confuse. Protect the young, help the young, give strentgh to those who unnoticably failed to protect the young.

Give me strength to overcome such ways. Stand beside me as I start to loose my way. Do not hesitate to take my hand in attempt to drive me away, away from such misuse. Everything happens for a reason. Build strentgh within yourself and do not allow this to hinder you. Rise above it is what I like to shout. You are a survivor, which means you are strong and have the strength to carry on. Stand before your opponenet and shout you will not be defeated. You stood then, you stand now, no matter how many times you been striked down ... keep in mind ... at this moment u still stand. You still have a chance. Come my friend. No looking back. Hand in hand.

The videos and context that follows are mainly in consideration to the children of DV.

I think these videos are really powerful and send a really good message.

Pink and Purple Nationwide Showcase

We tend to get caught up with the way of life. We tend to throw away all of the bad memories in hope to continue on with a perfectly normal life. We tend to forget about those who are around us that may be in need of our help. We tend to forget the term 'what if that was me.' We tend to forget a lot of things if it does not directly impact us. We tend to forget a lot of things hoping to get rid of the traumatic memories because it 'do' directly impact us. One way or the other the end result is to forget. Well, lets not forget and let's support the National Breast Cancer and Domestic Violence Awareness month this October by supporting many outlets dedicated to it. Let's at least start somewhere by rocking the pink and the purple ribbon. My blog will also be dedicated to this and this only during that month, along with my Facebook (NJ). Men, keep in mind that male fall victim to BC and DV as well, so help by showing your support. Pink and Purple Ribbon .... Show that you are aware. Pink and Purple Ribbon Nationwide Showcase - Join the Event

Knowledge isn't gained by Wealth

 They say it is wealth that provides the resources. My wealth is found in the creativity that flourishes within me. To have given life to such creatures and deny them opportunity, I will not stand for it. I will not allow it. My child will succeed. My child will be somebody, far above mediocre.

 At nineteen with a child beside me, set aside my dreams. No! See my dreams carried out through my seeds. No money like the grandeurs. But capable to have eyes illuminu[er]. To the prince I read at birth, at months, at one. We were street walkers, always street walkers. I was proud of mines, never shy to say - brother, cousin - no - he is mine. Parade the prince where ever man can reach. I was blinded to the world but these 10 blocks square was his world. Stumbled as he proceeded yet I allowed him to be free, stopping every inch of the way to question what earth had to display. Standing in front of the neighbor house, for he was amaze our mail box did not look like theirs. Questions were asked, so for the next few minutes our lesson was in play. Walk the neighborhood to see what type of mailbox lies within the way. And so he learned, things may be called the same by name but may also come in so many different forms. Attracted to the leaves, so we continue along discussing the color green, even as we enter our home and he sits on his thrown only to be given a piece of paper that was cleared on the back, for my syllabus would now be taken with me to class with the drafted creativity by my seed. Everything I earned while artistically creating with the loose strings found on our dome - went and was spunt always for my son. Rows of books, delivered my mail. More then three times a day, never went to bed without embedding 5 stories in his head. Flash cards, yet the boy still ran wild. Never took away the kid in him, but never allow the knowledge to fade in him. Monetary issues, I was not of the wealthy to purchase such luxury and so I ventured out to the library, at only just one, the library was what he called home. Certain stores sold books that still held intellectual quality for just one leaf. Over thirty books, each worth less than a two dollar bill. Keyboards, drums, guitar, yes I support the arts. Toys, vehicles, teddy bears, blocks. Bike, scooter, skates, a board, hold up ,no, no, refused to get the pogo. Instruments destroyed and replaced, now with harmonica, recorder, more books, puzzle, worksheets, both ranging at various age levels just to satisfy my seed(s). Two or more of everything when it comes to certain things, especially outside stuffs, always outside stuffs. My princess is like a little dream, craving intellect more than we can believe. I never intiated the art of reading, but she always sat on my lap as I read to the prince, and so I guess for her, her imagination too was being explored. Read to me read to me, she will scream, she will fuss, reading to her is a must. She won’t ask, she will find, she has to write, she has to learn. Flash cards she will take, don’t allow it, for you it will be a huge mistake. Questions, always asking question. Television, not a habit, only used sprangily, just to relax in it. She knows her status, she is high, she is bright, she’s a beauty, she’s a princess. She is the formation of the creation of a building progression of intellect. And so I wake to see so much greatness that has been made. They are abundant, my pockets are minimal, no where near those of the elite, yet I still manage and my seeds were provided with such educational equality.

Dark Child (1.1)

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Dark Child (Prologue)

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I remember laying in the hospital bed. There was so much going on around me and I kept zoning in and out. The nurse was talking to someone, a man. This someone I later found out was representing me, but that was weeks after today. After the nurse left the room, he stayed and stood by the door just watching me. More like staring at me. I didn't like it, not for one bit. It made me so uncomfortable. Everytime I looked at him I started having these heavy breathing. I felt hot and trapped. I was getting frustrated for nothing. I hated this feeling. Hatred grew within me and I started to stare at him as if my eyes could have delivered the act of death upon him. I was full of fear, hatred, frustration. I couldn't breathe. I passed out.
My parents were in the room. They looked so disappointed, so angry, unfortunately, I read no sign of hurt or guilt. I didn't care. I was so happy to see them, so happy to see a familiar face. What I've just experienced was far more cruel than anything they ever put me through. All I wanted to do was go home. Yet something made me freeze. The way they looked at me, as if they were ashame. I didn't understand what just took place. I was so confuse, I was so hurt, I was terrified, I was in pain. I try to move and all of a suddenly I started to bleed. I screamed, I cried, I yelled mom. It hurted. My body ached. My vagina. The uncontrollable pain that I felt from my vagina and my lower abdomen. I got off the bed, I hardly could walk, and I was stumbling towards my parents. I cried. There was so much blood. For the first time I saw pity in the eyes of my mother. Tears ran down her cheeks as she yelled to me to stop walking, to stay where I was. She rushed over to me. She didn't care as she lifted me and told me everything would be alright.

Perseverance

 I do not reach for the stars, I gaze towards the moon. I do not follow the road, I set my own path. I do not swim in the river, I transcribe my soul within the stream. Pebbles of rocks strengthen itself, forming boulders and stepping stones as it acknowledge the majestic being that lies within me. Behold the words of a well made Queen. The wounds have been healed at the very moment in which it was created. Come a little closer, do not be afraid. Fear is what one may assume is being imposed, but I hold the key to the Ultimate Soul. Rise above it all as I continue to prosper and answer Life’s call. Delicately woven into such a creation that is divinely empowered to persevere. The whips may bruise but it cannot shatter the spirits of the high.

Listen to the air, it whistles to the stars. Engulf yourself, be one with the wind and allow it to dance the rhythm of life around you.  Shhh, be the moment, control your surroundings. Man may come forth, declare challenge upon me. I laugh at the call for I cannot be tamed. I am a perfected creature of the wild and so I exclaimed and shouted to the world and my cry trembled throughout the universe. I stand before you not as the one who endured hardship and struggled. Rather as one who faced the rage of the beast and shouted out victory for I am not of man who summon to defeat.

The Faceless

The post is basically a response to a poem entitled The Faceless which was written by an unknown artist who I believe goes by the name Jemma. The part that is written in bold red italic font hugging the left side of the page - is the original poem. Personally, I feel as the bolded font should be read first - all at once - skipping over the regular font, just to get a feel of how strong the passage is. I would then go back and read the whole entire passage (original/response) together as a whole just as it is presented. I am considering this version as a self held conversation with oneself (individual is talking to themself) in order to get some form of clarification and strength as to what has taken place, is taking place, and will be taking place. It is written with regard towards domestic violence.

Is there help for the faceless ones
Or are they so cold and condemned
To the light of a dying star
That they're begging for the pain
Wanting to feel they should be ashamed
So they could believe they deserve their fate?
The fallen ones
The ones who won't come home

Tha Hood's 'Sleep (Prologue)

Man, can't you hear the k-oz in the air. I'm not even gonna lie to you but the block is live. Everywhere I turn I see somebody doing and/or getting into something. Even when the atmosphere is crazy, you still could get that crunk, party, chilling type of vibe. It blows my mind though on how these fools could be tense and on edge yet still have a good time.

How in the hell I just passed these boys getting harrased by the cops and they gonna meet up with me at the park and try to counsel me.
"What's good 'Ma."
"It ain't nothing,  just maxing."
"Yeah, I feel you. You see that little shit that I got myself into, I saw how you looked at me when you walked by."
"Look it here man, I know how you get down. By the way, I don't see that shit. You ain't never disrespect me so we good."
"What you doing out here by yourself and looking like you wanna catch a case? Hold up, you good?"
So a couple more of his nigga joined. Conversation got redirected and was no longer geared towards me. I just sunk into the atmosphere, I needed that. I never told my peoples fuck it and just walk away. But I was so heated and about to lose my mind. Meeting up with these fool at the park actually helped ease my mind.