The Voice

There is a reflection of pain in her eyes, as she fights back tears. Trying to figure out why she has put up with it all of these years. Innocence gone. Just taken away. Struggling to deal with it and be free someday. Tries to tell someone but no one believes her cries. Just another young girl getting some attention through lies. Suicide has crossed her mind but she will not go out that way. Thinking well maybe if he can't find me, he just won't rape me today. Perfect smile. Broken soul. Living in this situation that she just can't control. Things get worse and he beats her more. Loses all self respect for herself when he comes through that door. Fed up and full of hope she tried to fight back. He pulled out a knife, all she saw was black. Out of her misery and out of her pain. Put her in such a place that she can't even explain. But she tried to tell someone although they didn't believe her cries. Just maybe if someone would have listened....

Abuse has become a daily routine  in our society today, it is an act that has become so repant in our society today that most people have accepted it as part of their lives, alot of people have embraced this societal beast because they are tired of fighting and because they no longer have the voice to speak for themselves because this beast called " abuse " has stolen their voices. But here is a question for all of us, a question that has been bothering me and I think that it's time we look into it.   How  long can we continue to sit back and watch this beast called abuse steal our voices?   Don't we think that it's time we stand up for ourselves and fight against this beast? Yes you might be comfortable in your homes happy that you are not a victim or your child isn't, but what about those who are? What about those who are broken and destroyed because of this beast? Don't you think that they deserve a better life, and those that no longer h...

Depression (Spoken Word) Depression… what is depression?  It’s not just sadness or an absence of gladness or absolute madness. It’s a disease that takes everything out of you but people don’t see it that way They say just let it go away and tomorrow will be a brighter today But there are no brighter today's just worse tomorrows filled with pain and sorrow. A feeling that’s unfathomable you see let me explain It’s like you’re chained in the pouring and thunderous rain in your brain only to find out that it’s a chemical imbalance causing this pain It’s being submerged into the darkness while others have light. It’s an everyday fight like a little kids fright at night. It’s being in a maze that has exits but you never find your way out. Yea you may get a little light but then before you know it your back in your drought. It’s being surrounded by everything and yet you still feel alone and no matter who comes to help you’re on your own. So who can you blame? Yourself...

Sometimes there's a cloud Hanging over me No matter where I look Despair is all I see. I ask God to remove, The gloom in my way But, it remains no matter How hard I try to pray. The feeling is somber, Disheartening to say the least And I know it is coming From Satan that old beast. For he wants me to be, Discouraged and joyless He loves to make me feel Rejected and hopeless. Lord, sometimes there's a cloud Dampening my view But it simply dissipates The more I think of You.   Psalm 94:19 In the multitudes of my thoughts Within me They comforts delight my soul.

When all hope, Has gone out of you When the sea ahead Turns a ranging blue. Hold on to Jesus, Let Him be your light And the waves of depression He will help you fight. When all desire, Has gone out of you When the storm you are in Obscures your enternal view. Hold on to Jesus, Let Him be your rock And the winds of adversity He will begin to block. When all hope and desire, Has gone out of you You'll not be discouraged If Jesus you hold on to.

Disappointments come, Into everyone's life Some we can push aside Others cause inside strife. They have many shapes, But, with the same face For, hopelessness knows It's all about the chase. They can poke around, Or hit straight in the gut For depression only wants You wallowing in it's rut. They come in many forms But, with same attitude Making singing the blues Almost impossible to elude. Into everyone's life, Comes disappointment But, I have found God's word To be failures curing ointment.    PSALM 35:5 " O MY SOUL? AND WHY ART THOU DISQUIETED WITH ME? HOPE IN GOD: FOR I SHALL YET PRAISE HIM, WHO IS THE HEALTH OF MY CO

I'm reminiscing and imI missing, The childhood I never had. I'm triggering and I'm figuring, There were reasons to be sad. I'm supposing and I'm closing, In on all my childhood fears. I'm indicting and I'm inviting, The people behind my tears. I'm reflecting and I'm injecting, The power of God above. I'm unmasking and I'm asking, Why the child was void of love? I'm a hunting and I'm confronting, The abusers once again. I'm a hunting but I'm supporting, The courage of the child within. I'm remising and I'm dismissing, The notion that I was not good. I'm fearing but I'm a sharing, All aspects of childhood. I'm feeling but I'm dealing With all of my past issues. I'm dying and I'm a crying, So please pass me the tissues. I'm confiding and I'm not hiding, From the issues I must explore. I'm expressing and not suppressing, The child's feelings anymore...