A Nail

I wasn’t looking for a relationship and didn’t care that you fixed my tire, it was your job and no I wasn’t tipping you.

As I walked away I looked back at you thinking I hope I never see you again.

Two months later another nail.

Denying your offers, not interested.

You’re cute, but not all that, you walk on your tip-toes for goodness sake.

I gave in and went on a date with you and one year later we were married.

I wasn’t looking for love, but I fell in love with you and I thank God everyday for that nail that sealed the deal.

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Facebook Challenge

There is always some type of challenge on Facebook. Let’s see we’ve seen the ice bucket challenge, the lighting yourself on fire challenge, the fainting challenge and many more. One challenge I have yet to see on Facebook is the do better challenge.

Logging into my account I see the same people doing the same thing day in and day out with no change in sight. How about challenging yourself to do better.

Change is good, one should want better for themselves; more money, and more opportunities.

Let’s see the help yourself challenge and the do better challenge become popular. I wonder how many people will do these.

Church Hurt

He did it, yes he abused me! I told you, but you made me believe it was my fault. “No man would just rape you unless you teased him,” she said. I stopped going to church; angry, sad, hurt and disappointed. Who else have you done this to? Using God’s place of worship as Satan’s playground.

For years I hated you, For years I hated the church, For years I stopped going to church.

The hate I felt towards you shattered relationships with others that I loved.

One morning I woke up with forgiveness in my heart. Forgiving the ones who didn’t stand beside me!! I forgave the church who didn’t believe you raped me and called me a liar, forgiving you for taking something away from me that I could never get back even when I cried out NO!

You were apart of the church, you were living for God, singing his songs, calling in his name!!

I will never forget what y’all did, but I forgive. You all put me through hell! Thankfully I kept my faith in God, thankfully I gave all my hurt to God and in return he gave me a piece of mind.

Anger

Have you ever been so angry you couldn’t write down the words to express the way you felt? Those angry words would have given your paper a black eye, but you decided to lie about the way you felt and let the words coexist with happiness that didn’t exist.

People tell you to not be angry, but when have you seen someone bury anger in a casket, oh RIP to the anger I feel towards you. I’ll make sure to buy anger a special flower to lay on top of his/her grave to let the world know I cared.

We were born with emotions that shape our way of living daily, some of those emotions the good Lord could have left out when he put me together.

Right now I am angry, can you tell?

Not angry at any specific person, only myself for not burying anger years ago!!!

Letter to my Past

Dear Past,

I’m not mad at you for the hardships I have endured throughout the years I’m actually thankful for the lessons. Everything that was meant to tear me down actually built me up. I’m not bitter anymore; for those that used and abused me you have been forgiven, holding on to hate only imprisoned me so I have taken those shackles off. It took me awhile to find my self worth but I did it. Every obstacle you threw in my direction I overcame. If only that young girl in the pic knew how much love and support she had surrounding her she wouldn’t have been so worried about her future.

Sincerely,

Sabrina

Dream

I remember being asked in high school “Sabrina what do you want to be when you grow up?” My response was given and the teacher laughed.  As I looked around the classroom all of my peers giggled as well, I wanted to run out of the classroom but I sat in my seat and looked at my teacher as he moved on to the next student who answered DOCTOR.

 “You can be anything you set your mind to Jonathan,” he said. Why couldn’t I get that response?? I graduated high school and went on to get my AA in Journalism but my dream fell short, never confident in myself to move forward so I quit midway.

As years passed I continued to write poems and short stories never thinking my work was good enough because my self esteem was deflated by my English teacher who thought my dreams as an author was unreachable. 

Last year I decided to aim high and put my work out there, never in my wildest dream did I expect the feedback I would receive, everyone loved it! Overcome with happiness I put out several more books and the same response… who’s laughing now Mr. English Teacher I did it, I became an AUTHOR!!

Favorite 

He was always her favorite, he could never do no wrong. Even now she still holds on to his hand leading him around as though he was still a little boy. I wonder how the rest of them feel knowing that she doesn’t love them like she loves him. Does one person truly deserve all that love? Shouldn’t you love them all the same? Her love is bias, she is bias… they despise her love because it’s not genuine; hateful to the core, rotten like an apple some metaphor! 

He was always her favorite and still is after all these years. The others know and they try to buy her love, but money can’t buy love. Give it up already, it’s not worth it. When she looks at y’all , she sees him, her sweet little baby boy who is now a grown man. Maybe you were mistakes in her eyes until she found her true love, sad but true that she has a favorite.