Prayer

I use to pray every night asking God to bless me with my dream job, I use to pray every night asking God to bless me with a husband , I use to pray every night asking God to watch over my girls,  I use to pray every night asking God to bless me with a son; every night I prayed this “asking” prayer. Fast forward to 2017 and I find myself not praying like I use to , what happened to my prayerful spirit? I will tell you what happened I got the blessings and forgot the blessor. Everything I asked God for he gave it to me, but everything I said I would do in return for those blessings I didn’t do. I failed on my end, but God still did everything I asked him for and more. I was selfish and undeserving but God’s grace and mercy was sufficient. Lessons were learned and I’m now back praying and thanking God that  his love towards me never wavered and that he gave me another chance to get it right. 

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Have you Ever

🎼 Have you ever loved somebody so much it makes you cry, have you ever needed something so bad you can’t sleep at night – Brandy  

As a young woman growing up in the 90’s you would take songs that were relatable to the situations in your life and make them your anthem. I remember singing this song until I would fall asleep at night thinking I couldn’t go on without that special someone. I would blast my walkman with my headphones glued to my ears singing so loudly wishing he could hear me, wishing he could hear the hurt in my voice. 

I truly thought I was hurt by him not loving me, I truly thought I couldn’t go on, but as I grew older I realized the hurt that I felt didn’t come from him not loving me, but from me not loving myself. The love we shared was superficial; puppy love, crush love. 

One night my anthem was blasting and then I uttered “have you ever needed something so bad” and then tears began to flow; I had sung that particular verse several times relating it to that lost love that was once in my life, but this time I related it to my father who had abandoned me at birth, I  needed and wanted a relationship with him so badly. 

At that particular moment in time an overwhelming feeling came upon me and then it hit me like a ton of bricks,  all of those years without him, trying to fill a void of not having him  in my life with a boy that was only capable of loving the first woman he had ever known, his mother. I was actually using him, he was  using me, we were using each other. We both needed something from one another; affection which consisted of short kisses on the lip  that made you get butterflies in your stomach, conversations that would last on the phone until our momma made us hang up. It didn’t make it right,  but it was right in our eyes. 

Now that I know what love truly is I am thankful to have it in my life, it’s not superficial but real. Wondering did my dad ever love me, wondering did he ever have real love for my mom, just wondering. Through all my heartaches I have learned that in order to love anyone, you must first fall in love with yourself and be true to the feelings in your heart; hopefully, just hopefully my dad loved himself enough to love me. 

Afro-nique

As I step out of the shadow of my ancestors who were taunted for their hair texture, I smile at the hatred of those that mock a generation of African Queens.  Constantly called names that put down their beauty, did they not see the crown on their heads. Let me introduce myself I’m Afro-Nique, given the birth name of Sabrina to kill the stereotype of those who were named Shaquanda and Lawanda, you will be surprised how far a “GOOD” name will get you. I wear the scars of those that paved the way for my nose, my lips, my hips, for they are attached to my heritage, deeply woven by nooses that are now loosened, to chains that have been broken, to set me free. You think you know me but the pain is skin deep. I hold no grudges I rise above all that was meant to keep me down. I’m Afro-nique, not born to banded, branded, or disenchanted, but born to be ME!!

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Kickstand Relationships 

For those who own  a bike you know the only way you can get your bike to stand is by using a “kickstand” the purpose of the stand is to hold the bike upright to prevent it from falling. I will use that term metaphorically  in my short blog because it makes the most sense when I discuss standing relationships. If you’ve never had problems in your relationship this blog is not for you, but if you have read on. Some of you are in desperate need of a “kickstand” relationship; someone to hold you up and be there when the chips are down, someone to share the finances when you’re struggling to stay afloat, someone to lean on, so you don’t fall. Everyone needs a “kickstand” a good sturdy one that will hold the weight of their relationship and keep it from falling to pieces. 

                   

Damaged Goods

They say you’re damamged goods, no good to no one else. They say you’re worthless, no value at all. They say you’re tarnished, your luster is gone.

 They’ve torn you down and made you feel life is not worth living. You decide to take your life, suicide is an easy way out, no one will miss you, you say. Who wants to be worthless, who wants to be tarnished, who wants to be damaged goods. You’re better off dead, you say. 

Worthless but still living, tarnished but still living, damaged but still living.

Don’t do it, don’t take your life, you were born to live! We all face trials, we all face obstacles,  we are all valuable, we can be restored.

Book Release 

I can remember sitting in English class and my seventh grade teacher Dr. Crowell would give us writing assignments. I would sit there half of the period twiddling my thumbs because I didn’t know what to write about. One day as he was walking around the class he came and stood by my desk and said “writing is easy if you apply yourself, but the first thing you must do is brainstorm.” He then went to the board and start drawing these little circles that he would write words in and draw a line connecting to another circle. “This will help you become a great writer,” he said. That one lesson stuck with me and has helped me to channel my thoughts on paper before I even start writing a book. Dr. Crowell left this world sometime ago, but his teachings were instilled in me. I’m proud to say through brainstorming I was able to release “She Knew Too Much” on Amazon and it’s my second paperback release. To view my books click on the link below. 

https://www.amazon.com/author/sabrinagonzalez

Small Town Gossip

Living in a small town you can expect everyone to know your mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, auntie, uncle, cousins; you get the picture, LOL. They not only know your family but your business as well. They will gossip about you and tell you to your face what they said. If you weren’t raised in that particular small town you stick out like a sore thumb and you get the evil eye when you try to smile and ease the stares. Small towns don’t want outsiders coming in they are only content with being around the people that they know and grew up with. Who cares if they have only one stoplight and no grocery store they rather travel two hours to get a decent meal and buy two weeks worth of groceries. I live in a small town and I wouldn’t change my upbringing for anything in this world , it made me more humble and appreciative especially when I moved to the city and no one spoke or held the door open; if you were coming they let it slam in your face 😱. It only made sense that my first book would be titled “Small Town Gossip.” Not to toot my own horn, but I’m proud of myself because I did something that some said I couldn’t. If you have a dream don’t stop dreaming, don’t stop doing, keep pushing forward, one no will someday equal a hundred yesssssss! If you want to know what it’s like to live in a small town, please check out my first paperback on Amazon, LINK BELOW. 

Small Town Gossip