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They used to say when I was young
See with your eyes and always hold your tongue
Momma said' GIRL, YOU KNOW" Mercedes, you just aint right
Wrong color, wrong nose, wrong skin, too much backside, and too much height!
I thought momma was right
I grew up wishing I was white
Why is my chest so doggone big? Why are my thighs so wide?
Reminds me of the girl Pecola from Toni Morrison's "THE BLUEST EYES"
A literary genius, she is so wise
One day, I got some enterprise and traveled worldwide
I saw the ninth wonder when I saw the other side
Girls of many colors, shapes, and sizes none of them look the same
They were from other countries and Kiesha wasn't their name
One girl was from Africa and she reached out and touched my skin
She told me to deeply love myself because my ancestors were deep within
She told me to hug myself and don't beat people up so hard
And if I didn't have no one else I will always have God
Today, I saw something beautiful
A true woman I did see
As my silk hankie touches the looking glass
The woman looking back was me
QUEEN PINS NOT JUST A.NICKEL BAG OF WEED NO IT WAS AN ELITE **** OPERATION MULES IMPLANTED WITH HEROIN SHIPPED FROM MY MIAMI TO CANADA WHERE JAMAICAN RASTA OLD HEAD GET TO CHOOSE THIRTEEN YEAR OLD WIVES TO HUNKER DOWN IN KINGSTON IMPREGNATING THEM FIR DECADES THIS IS WHY I CONTACTED THE FBI I. TAMPA NIT JUST JOHNSON AND JOHNSON SELLING NICKS EVERYONE SOLD NICKS THATS A FIVE DOLLAR BAG OF WEED THE CARTEL USED THE NICKS TO COVER THE JAMAICAN **** TRANSPORTED CHILD WIVES FRON AUSTRALIA JAMAICA HAITI MIAMI J JOHNSON TOWN HENRY HER MOTHER TONI QUEEN PIN WEARING RED DREADS NIT ONLY WERE THEY SELLING NICKS AS I AWAITED FBI CONTACT I REMAINED UNDERCOVER LISTENING WATCHING FINALLY THEY BROKEN INTO MY HOME FOR MILITARY PASSPORTS FROM MIAMI TO APPLETON TO ONTARIO KING PINS CHOSE CHILD WIVES KADIE JAY JOY SHAINA ALAINA TONI MOM TEESA MON WAS TOTALLY IN CHARGE OF THE SELECTING THE CHILD WIVES J JOHNSON WAS FIRST SHOWING THESE TERRORISTS FEMALES IN INVOLVED WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND I FEARED FOR MYSELF AND MY KIDS THIS OPERATION WAS ANGRY BECAUSE I REPORTED THE **** OPERATION TO THE FBI IT DEFINITELY WASN'T ABOUT THE SELLING OF SMOKING OR TRADING 1 NICKLE BAG OF WEED IT WAS THE MULES HUNDREDS OF CHILD WIVES LEAVING FROM APPLTON WISCONSIN TO CANADA TO JAMAICAN TO HAITI TO AUSTRALIA MEXICO BACK TO MIAMI FOR MORE LION PAW PRODUCTION LEX MARK THE PRODUCTION FILMED AT TONI JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN CARTEL CHOOSING CHILD WIVES LION BREEDING WITH FEMALE LIONESS THEY ARE CALLED EMPRESSES IN JAMAICA SO YOUR SELLING NICK BUYING NICKS SMOKING NICKS SHARING A NICKLE BAG OF WEED DOESN'T MOVE ME I CONTACTED THE FBI BECAUSE J JOHNSON HENRY TONI JOHNSON HENRY WAS SHIPPING A SHIPMENT OF CHILD BRIDES FROM MIAMI TO ONTARIO TO MARRY KING PINS AND BREED WITH THE CHILD BRIDES FROM THE JOHNNY DEPTH SHIPPING AND HANDLING FROM MIAMI TO ONTARIO TO KINGSTON IRIE IRIE IRIE EH J JOHNSONS LIO. PAW CHILD BRIDES PRODUCTION CANADA NIGHT CRAWLIERS LITERALLY SHIPPED TO JAMAICA FROM CANADA
Never will I fear a Martha brae witch wearing my bathing suit scraping my slippers trying to force me to drown leaving Martha brae dirt gold dust from the Taino witch eh reeking havoc in America envy fear denial you will forever walking backwards and when you finally stop death the same death of Rasta Andrew I know your wrath beneath my feet the many men drowned in your wake eh dem be lost Martha Brae river seeking the blood of an American poet deep sadness to know your wrath flee backwards I'm a holy woman of God your root cannot form any works here witch craft voodoo is a horrid crime in America I was warned about your root on the baker right before his demise your family of drug dealing females Rasta Andrews operation I know your wrath vultures killing men from Kingston I am so blessed I survived your wrath Jamaican jay Townsend Johnson Henry Toni Townsend Henry murderer of men Trenchtown curse attacking their loved ones with illness sickness like mum unable to walk after helping Kadie Rasta sister I know you scum Shakila lil Henry big Henry Shaina Aliana Towanda Jay Teesa voodoo Jamaican witch craft killing men of Kingston man down scum I know you killed Fred he told me you put a root on him it was validated when I found dirt under my sofa from Martha brae river here in America returned to sender I Chant I Chant I rebuke you and all of your works walking backwards connecting the swamp to Martha Brae river feeling Irie
God bless America
MY JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES THERE WAS TONI JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY SEATED WITH DELITA BERNICE PENNY AKA JULIE PENNY A JAMAICAN TALIBAN FEMALE DRUG CARTEL FROM LIVERPOOL PRISON TO CANADA TO WEST PALM BEACH HOUSING A WIDE RANGE OF IDENTITY POCKET OF NOTHINGNESS CRAVING MY DEATH THROUGH TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL DATA BREACH NO FEAR OF JAMAICAN MURDERS SUGAR CANE PEDDLERS HACKING INTO MEDICAL INFORMATION SHAME ON YOU GIRL I DIDN'T FEAR YOUR SCUM WHEN YOU ARRIVED WITH YOUR GUNMAN I CERTAINLY DON'T FEAR DELITA BERNICE PENNY AKA JULIE PENNY LIVERPOOL CONVICTED FELON 9 YEARS SMUGGLING DRUGS FROM CANADA TO ENGLAND BACK TO PATTERSON NEW JERSEY DRUG SMUGGLERS JAMAICAN MULES.MULES STINKING MULES STEALING AMERICAN IDENTITIES TO FUND YOUR NETWORK OF FRAUD DATA BREACHES JAMAICAN TALIBAN CULT ICE WILL REMOVE YOUR OPERATION FROM WEST PALM BEACH BACK TO THE WEST INDIES
GOD BLESS AMERICA
GARGANO CRIME FAMILY CONTINUES TO CONTROL RACKETEERING MURDER AND MAYHEIM FROM THE ITALIAN MAFIA IN AMERICA UNDER THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF MILWAUKEE CIRO GARGANO CONTROLLING GOVERNMENT OFFICES EXTORTION BEING SWEPT UNDER MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI OVER THE MAFIA ARSON MURDERS RESULTING IN THE CAR BOMB IGNITING MY SKULL ARSON MURDER OF NINE PERSONS LITERALLY MASS MURDERS THE SHEER BULLYING INTIMIDATION FROM GAMBINO CRIME FAMILY SENDING ME THREATS FROM JOHN GOTTI JR. ENFORCERS ATTEMPTING TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY TO FEED INTO ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS FROM JAMAICA RESULTING IN SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD JAY JHORE JOHNSON HER MOTHER TONI PERPUTRATING IDENTITY FRAUD UPON MY SPACE THREATENING MY MILITARY FAMILY HERE IN AMERICA SENDING ENFORCERS FROM PUGLIA ITALY TO CONTROL THE AMERICAN MAFIA AFTER CIRO GARGANO MADE HIS BONES WITH THE ANTHONY BIERNAT MURDER IN WISCONSIN WHILE CIRO STILL CONTROLS THE MILWAUKEE MAFIA THE GAMBINO FAMILY COLLECT A PRETTY PENNY FROM ALL THE FAMILIES THEE SHEER EXTORTION ATTEMPT OF MY AMERICAN POETRY HERE IN AMERICA I NEVER DREAMED MY DISABLED WRITING WOULD BE SCORE FOR THE MAFIA BIG GIANT POWERHOUSES TRYING TO EXTORT MY POETRY ABOUT MY PANIC ATTACKS AFTER SURVIVING WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI GETTING CIRO GARGANO MAFIA CRIME BOSS PRISON TIME CUT HE ACTUALLY GATHER HIGH RANKING ASSOCIATES TO IGNITE A CAR BOMB INTO MY FACE FINALLY EXTORT MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM TO LAUNDER THE MILWAUKEE DRUG STASH AND SEVERAL HIGH RANKING JAMAICAN CARTEL
GOD BLESS AMERICA
To my mort sending me terrorists threats suggesting I mort myself because imposter jay townsend johnson henry my stalker mckissick including severe violent offenders gang leaders stabbing five persons attempting to impersonate me extort my American poetry sorry your cruelty bounce off my backs today I took my anxiety I want to live today amazing terror corruption abuse of power attacking disabled Americans today I don't care how many threats pour in I have crisis teams available help is available keeping me from being so impulsive that I act on threats to end my own life to allow imposter's to clone me with a severe data breach that led to Jamaican jay townsend Johnson Henry shooting I to my home I survived a mort meant for me I want to live today I survived domestic terrorists attempting to murder bullying me terrorized me for years but today I want to live knowing these mort will never ever impersonate me again 988 I am alive your imposter's will never extort my American poetry stop threatening my disabled military family harsh realities jay townsend johnson henry bullying my disabled family actually threatening my disabled war veteran husband with extortion attempting to force us fund violent offenders medical needs prescriptions she break in our home exposing herself to private personal military veterans information to feed to violent offenders undocumented mexicans jamaicans slander abuse of power falsifying documents data breach i reported jay Townsend Johnson Henry her mother toni townsend johnson henry arrived shooting in my home she returned 20 years later the anniversary of the shooting resulted in death her obsessed with my American poetry led her to Threatening my disabled war hero husband completely devastating hacking into social security bank buying chinese food fraud waste abuse of power bullying seated with my ex abusive husband his violent cult of vicous horror intimidates our disabled family thank god for the military order of the purple heart veterans helping veterans this identity fraud ripped his purple heart medals in order to send threats shame on you bullying is such a horrid place in American society
I met you one day on a springtime morn,
I looked into your eyes I knew I was reborn,
Your smile was like the sun,
Your heart like the moon,
I was the one who fell in love with you.
You were my world,
You had my heart,
We were to be together,
You said forever and ever,
As I held you in my arms,
Tighter and tighter,
I could see it in your eyes,
I could feel it in your heart,
Your voice quivering and,
Last words lingered,
As I held my breath holding back my tears,
You said you would love me,
Forever and ever,
Then you were gone without
a single breath,
In a dream you ask me,
Do you still love me,
I answer yes I do,
Every single day,
Every single year,
No one can take your place ever,
You have my heart forever and ever.
I start-out fresh every morning
but my resolve is reheated
Oh, it's med-school Monday-me.
Thank god my bf understands the fact
that on weekdays my time contracts.
Be careful, she may be grumpy and jumpy.
She’s the administrative flunky
the maker of plans
who strategizes for exams
It’s Tuesday-me
I'm in my zone and likely busy
slumberless and frumpiest
a pithy, dismissive miss-prickly.
who may not have been fed
and barely went to bed
It’s Wednesday me
in over my head, but focused,
patience at its lowest
memory’s key when deep
in theories, diseases and diagnoses
steer clear of me please.
Thursday me
with a brain like ground caffeine
irritation verging on obscene
trying not to be mean but acting like a tween
I need everything 2 B done, I’m under the gun
still acquiring scads of knowledge
but prepping for the evaluations to come
It’s Friday - did I sleep?
It’s evaluation day
dressed to impress
there’s a ballet underway
of peers and professeurs
weighing and clinically assaying
how I cope under a microscope
by 3pm I’m played and frayed
but looking forward to some play.
A few laps in the Shangri-La hotel pool,
and before I know it, I’m smiling and energized,
and with a bit of surface polishing, ready to date!
Why aren’t weekends considered therapy?
Is the air lighter? Are the days brighter?
They may not be but they seem so to me.
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Songs for this:
Formidable Cool by Wolf Alice
Tom's Diner (feat. Suzanne Vega) by DNA
Ramble On by Toni Jevicky
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sci-fy news from med-school..
We use antimatter everyday.
With PET scans, we inject radioactive isotopes (literal antimatter) which emit positrons that interact with electrons in your body to create gamma ray bursts we can track to create a detailed 3D map of your body.
Today…a little good news…news that, hopefully, makes you glad…
even though this good news…originated from the bad.?
This story begins five years ago…it takes its initial breath inside a women’s sadness…grieving her son’s death.
Move ahead five years…her son’s birthday is today…
and her grief resurfaces as it always does…for it will never go away.
She wanted a way to deal with her grief…in the best way that she could…
Hoping from her sadness…she could create something good.
She thought and thought searching for an idea…and when her thinking was done…
She decided to find a way to give…to another mother and her son.
Move now to a mother picking up her son’s birthday cake…tears of joy and sorrow she cried when she opened up the cake box and read the note inside.
It was from the mother of the son who died…Tyler was his name…written to the mother of the son who lives…whose birthdays are the same.
She paid for the cake in honor of her son…to keep his memory bright…
The note said…enjoy the day…make special memories and hug your children and loved ones tight.
She chose this way to commemorate her son..to help keep his memory awake…
Because as a mother she loved birthdays…while her son loved birthday cakes.
The words were written lovingly…they were compassionate and kind…
Love, Toni, Tylers mom…is how the note was signed
I like to think it was the best birthday…and best birthday cake…that family ever had
As one woman found a way for something good…
to come out of something bad.
I count on angels. They speak to me.
Not in voices, but telepathically.
They do not leave me alone until I do certain things.
I know it is an angel due to their persistent tenacity.
Call Toni. I think “later”, but then I hear “call Toni now.”
It is not a voice, it is an insistence, and it does not let up.
Invariably, there is a reason.
One time I heard an angel give me directions.
She wanted me to take a library book back. The library was closed.
I had sat down for the first time in six hours. My children were bathed.
I did not want to. The voice did not let up.
I asked my husband to take the library book back.
He refused, saying it was already after hours. We would pay the fine.
The voice kept yelling at me. Louder and louder.
I drove to the library, furious with my husband.
When I arrived it looked like there was a rumble.
Terrified, I went to a back entrance, jumped out, put the book in the slot.
Ran to my car, and tried to escape before I was killed.
The mob surrounded my car.
The mob was fourteen teenagers. They were screaming and crying.
I rolled my window down and asked what was happening.
They told me they were from out-of-town. They had been to the mall.
They were supposed to meet at the busses at nine o’clock.
It was 9:07 p.m. They had no idea how to get back to the mall.
The angel knew what she was doing.
She had to find a woman with a big car.
She had to find a woman who was petite, not scary.
She had to find a woman who would break down to badgering.
I was driving the largest station wagon ever created.
I hit the “unlock” button and said “jump in.”
I turned that car and we raced to the mall.
As I came up to six busses with some really worried adults
We were screaming and laughing. I was honking. The girls were yelling.
Some had their arms out the windows.
They were so grateful, I have not forgotten it.
The angel knew not to send my husband.
He is looks like a linebacker and is six foot four.
I have never forgotten how this angel sent me
in March of 1980 to save fourteen girls from Mt. Ayre Iowa.