Humility is teachability’, an open mind to the truth. It’s a word that, if practiced, you will discover you. In my feeble hands, God placed the word humility. He said, “This word will help guide and strengthening you.” My daughter, I hope you...
He donated his sperm to my existence. He married my mother. He provided shelter and food. He was never my dad. He paid for most of my college education. He beat me and my mother. He beat his own mother. He was never my dad. He...
DRAMA Raised in a drama-filled home, I inherit the taste for drama...My drama would present itself as a victim; All I would need is a participant that would love to travel the same road…And we would make a right turn on the street called Victim.On...
A short poem about not belonging and wondering if I was adopted as a child. It's also about my new adopted recovery family. ADOPTED Twelve or thirteen years old: Nobody hears me. I don’t belong in my family. I wonder if I was adopted. I don’t fit...
Hello fellow co-worker. Hello fellow churchgoer. Hello fellow traveler. Hello potential friend. If I share my trauma with you, Will you hear me? Will you see my humanity? Will you hear my heart? Or will you analyze and...
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