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The story of the Butterfly

17 Aug

The Story of the Butterfly

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening  appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it  struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole. Then it stopped, as if  it couldn’t go further. 

Butterfly So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors  and snipped off the remaining bits of cocoon. The butterfly emerged  easily but it had a swollen body and shriveled wings. 

The man continued to watch it, expecting that any minute the wings would  enlarge and expand enough to support the body, Neither happened! In  fact the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around. It was  never able to fly. 

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand: The  restricting cocoon and the struggle required by the butterfly to get through  the opening was a way of forcing the fluid from the body into the wings  so that it would be ready for flight once that was achieved. 

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. Going  through life with no obstacles would cripple us. We will not be as strong as  we could have been and we would never fly.




Sometimes, brok…

30 Jul

Sometimes, broken images lie scattered within the mind’s deepest recesses. These are reflections of one’s life; frozen in time. But the road ahead calls out. Forget the bad, and dwell upon the good. Discover the strength of the positive mind. When your mind is filled with positive thoughts, you will realize that life is awesome.




Paul Laurence…

27 Jul

Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
We Wear the Mask

WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!



unveiling the truth(Redemption)

23 Jul

unveiling the truth(Redemption)


Sissy-Ann Taylor has just witnessed the most horrendous crime that has ever taken place in Leflore, Mississippi. William Mores McKenzie, one of Leflore most outstanding citizens has been shot down in his liquor shop moments before it was set to close. Sissy claims she witnessed Peanut Fitzgerald pulling the trigger, the son of the most affluent banker in Leflore. She has decided to run from the truth, in hopes of saving her own life. While on the run, she escapes into a life filled with torture and abuse. Her sense of reality becomes a blur. She has been knocked to her feet time and time again in the most unthinkable ways. As she manages to overcome one obstacle she’s met by another.

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28 Jun

His fist spoke out in anger. It is true men can tell their strength by the palm of their hands. This kind of love, they say, will bring you a life time of pain. Was it the speed of his kicks, or my breast caging into my chest? My blood symbolized his hatred. He told me time and again the strength that I felt coming through my womb was the power of his love. For a while I believe that no other man would be able to love me as much. But something was very strange about this kind of love, because I didn’t feel as if I was in paradise. How could it be paradise when I had a fist over me as a reminder that if I dare to escape my life would become worst than it already was?

            I sensed that he knew that he was tying me down. Anything that he said, I would jump to his command trying my best not to upset him. In a way it was like an addiction, because I didn’t want to leave John. He was my bread and water, the very air I breathed to survive.  He had me good. I had no sense of self because I no longer belonged to me. I was like his slave. “Yes master, no master”, was my every reply to my lover. Another kick followed by the tone of John voice, I felt the sudden shock and the hard impact of my broken ribs. I held on to life as tight as I could. I crawled to his knees hoping he would have some pity on me. Sometimes I wonder if there was something that I could have said that would have made him stop. I was hoping the rage that manifested itself so violently would stop once I expressed to him how I was feeling. The screaming didn’t work. He kept on beating me.

            How could he call himself a man? He knew I was weaker than him, I couldn’t possible go up against his force. So viciously he vandalizes my body. I saw so many demons ripping out of his eyes at times it silenced me. The pain became unbearable and I started to scream out in agony. “Baby, baby, baby, I could feel it; your love is killing me! He came at me faster with his fist and kicks it grew rapid; there is no escaping the scars of his love.

            Who was I to question my master? Who was I to tell him how I was feeling? To John I could not hurt inside. I was like a rock without any emotions or feelings. He used me to take away his pain and anger. The flashes of his fist followed the turn of my neck. I lay on the floor, paralyzed by my lover’s touch. My swollen lips over lap each other while my eyes were swelled shut. I lay on the ice cold floor; I no longer felt any pain. I just laid there in silence. My eyes were hardened by the shock and speed of his fist. I just felt cold, cold as ice.



“Don’t allow co…

23 May

“Don’t allow condescending voices to stir you, live in your truth, and be proud to wear you”……..Denise R. Smith

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