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Stepheney Hernandez Poem
Finally..Mr.Whitman, I understand as my journey is symbolic to yours;
but, through my poverty-strickened doors.
Fighting your human instincts...
while learning your internal glow within. Frightening, enlightening, inviting his omnipresence in
and as your reward he transforms you into him.
Breathing your FIRST breath again.
Loving life from the core of the earth to the pull of the moon. Stuck in the middle yet
understanding all of the connectivity; because I'm living in a state of Divinity.
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I am so grateful, I am so grateful.....
Because my lord was faithful.....to me.
You see I didn't want to believe,
I wasn't able to conceive. ....
but after losing four angels from my womb.
Never hearing their cry, gone to soon.
I was almost convinced, my hearts desire is what I wouldn't get.
At time jealousy would be overcoming.
Causing me to ask God why me?
Why were my eggs hit with infertility.
Then out the blue he gave her to me, born ever so perfectly.
I never gave up on faith, I just gave up my control.
Once I realized god was in charge,
he gave me my baby to hold.
I am oh so grateful.
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I know who I am and love me even more… ripened like the finest wine never pop my cork.
I love harmony and don’t mean a tune, but a life from harmonious view.
I don’t tolerate the devils dirty work disguised to hide the shallow blue….
Looking like the sandy blue seas once hitting the coast with such beauty, but once unhidden is
truly a Tsunami. God utilizes my time more wisely.
I am God’s special gift, so I feel sorry for you if you choose me to mess with.
To mess with me is to harm yourself stop trying to understand and understand yourself.
Understand God lives and shines through me... do you now understand me, now try to
understand yourself.
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I look at this tree-
which quite frankly reminds me of me.
Strong, firm, flows so beautifully.
My moods are like the leaves-
forever changing so colorfully.
At times my hearts feels like, after the coldest winter for a tree .
and it takes timefor me to rebuild my beauty.
It can flow as gently as the leaves...
during a strong summer's breeze.
With the nuturing care of God's hands and his air,
I survive with all the obstacles God gives...
I'm strong and firm, my skins like bark it relives.
But... their is one thing that is different;
between me and tree.
and that's the tree is guaranteed to out live me.
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everything I learned about surviving was wrong, life skills
taught backward where did mom go wrong?
trying to teach myself had me lost, but now following
God I'm right where I belong.
I thank him now for my ancestors bloodshed and my
tears.... struggling to understand life all these year.
thank u lord god for answering my pleads.
even when I was control freak and didn't believe.
your faith in me has strengthened my faith in u.
I SAY WITH FULL FAITH IN REPAIRING MY LIFE, THE
VICTORY IS MINE BECAUSE I NOW KNOW I HAVE U.
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God's child and only his.
He's been teaching me lessons since..
before my teenage years.
I learn things quickly, a genius...maybe.
He has yet to expose his gift to me.
He has yet to begin revealing my destiny.
So I wait...wait for my world to shake.
Wait for my heart to ache.
With every storm comes sunshine.
An inner glow given from the divine.
A new found sense of control.
Thank you for allowing me to learn lessons.
That's why I call them painful blessings.
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Belittled, you fiddled with me? You messed up true indeed and frankly I am insulted by your
own ignorance. Why are you messing with my temperament?
Sorry u couldn’t trust yourself to trust me, but sorry for you because trust creates love and
growth God lives in me; but the black shadow that controls your soul, won’t let my light shine
through you.
Given you myself Omni presently, you drained me from my hopes of you. Forced to see your
truth, instead of enjoying the presence of my greatness, you pulled out your root.
Leaving me confused and unsettled with myself as I failed when in reality I am won, I opened
my heart to fully someone and given them the pleasure of knowing thoroughly and to ME is to
love me…. So if you don’t then that only means you don’t love your enough to let my love,
love you.
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Vacation, boy I need to vacate……
This American Dream stuff gives me a headache.
I want to go the land that created the existence of man…. Africa
So rich in culture such a strong love for life. my feet must touch the soil
of the royal…
Black is the color where there I’m a part of the majority; no longer in America where
I am considered a minority.
Minority… huh my spirit is greater than that, which is why it’s yearning to go where
god’s beauty is at.
God’s beauty takes over, give you time to think about the true meaning of life and
not the life I am trying to make.
No pressures, no demand, no deadlines, no bills, no deals just god n me on the
motherland of life.
Vacation… huh will I return? I must think this through twice. for the first time in my
life I will feel like…
I finally came home.
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Is this fate or fiction....
the aesthetics of your love is a marvelous depiction
I am having a love seizure or is your love an affliction
Is this fate or fiction?
It must fate, our paths have crossed our spirits soar just right
you calm and sweet and never like to fight...
bring security and confidence in such a delightful way..
the expressions of your thoughts blows my mind away
Is the fate or fiction?
It takes courage to find out which one would be the exemption.. fate or fiction?
when you have been hurt by an ex's restrictions
but the aesthetics of your love has become my addiction.
No Fiction this is Fate.
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I am your angel, daddy's little girl.
I know I haven't been my best in cold, shallow world.
But I listen to you most of the time, your lessons and such; and when I don't listen, I suffer
very much.
You don't give me signs when I'm going the right way.
So How can I make you proud of me?
I know I've done so wrong by not just following you; suffering pointlessly.
Either way I love you Father, with my everything.
I am your angel, will I ever earn my wings.
written in 2005
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