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Little girls, be inspired to push forward in whatever your desire, and not let anything deter your goal. Learn who you are and understand what you are worth. Followers are never free to succeed.
Have the courage to want to make a positive change.
There will always be someone who wants to see you fail. Prove them wrong. Be the example!
Young ladies, understand that this particular time in your lives, which may seem impossible to conquer today, will too come to pass; make the most beneficial choices for your future, not a solution for now.
A decision without careful thought will only take you back to the beginning. Make a sound decision the first time. Learn from examples.
For women who feel like they don’t have a voice or make a difference, your opinions are important. You may not think people are listening but know that they are always watching. Be the example!
With respect to those well into their years, tell those behind you of past endeavors and life experiences; give freely your priceless wisdom; for some are paying life’s debt now; you have the answers to their future. For the cost then, you are the example now!
We need to remember that we cannot be all things to all people. We must be the best within ourselves. Follow your heart after it confers with your mind. Regardless of what may come, you always have a choice. Should you choose to follow others and circumstances are not what they’d promised, remember, YOU always had a choice.
Even when your back is against the wall and there seems to be no way of escape, yet still, you have a choice. Settling should never be an option!
Let nothing kill your spirit. It’s what enlightens, dances, yearns, guides, inspires, strengthens, conquers, uplifts, embraces, responds, pronounces, empowers, soars, enhances, demands, humbles, encourages, invokes, laughs and sings.
It is the substance that is you…
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Excerpt from Chapter II
As he rose from the whirlpool tub, the steam from the hot water emanated from his body. It was like he was on fire. I watched as the bubbles slid slowly down his body like melting ice cream as he walked towards me. I couldn't move. It seemed as if he was walking in slow motion. He looked like chocolate cherry cheesecake on a Sunday afternoon. I could taste of him. As the bubbles made their way through the crevices of his chiseled form, I thanked his mother for birthing the perfect man....
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Another Excerpt
REMEMBERING THE DAYS
I remember one particular day when I was left in the park and all I wanted to do was go home and go to bed. I was tired and hungry. That was the day that we had been out shoplifting all morning and walked part of the afternoon. I think we didn’t get to the playground until about four o’clock because she had been trying to score all day. It was three hundred degrees that day. The streets were dry and Coco couldn’t find anyone. Robyn had even vanished. I had barely eaten and the only water I came across was leaking from the hydrants as we walked. I knew this day would never end. It seemed my days were always filled with nevers. It was what I was used to. By the time we had gotten home it was pushing two thirty in the morning. I remember it took everything in me to walk up those five flights of stairs. Our five-story walk up was fully equipped with rodents and the resident drunk. The building was old and most of the winter had no heat. The aroma was definitely not therapy. When we got home I headed straight for the bedroom. I pulled off my clothes and threw them in the hamper. I let the cold water run in the bathroom sink and cupped my hands and gulped water like a camel. Then I slid in the double bed I shared with Coco. I think I was asleep all of twenty minutes when I heard Coco calling my name. There was no way I had slept all night. That’s when I felt her shaking me and calling my name as if something had happened.
At first I thought she was waking me up to tell me that she was leaving to go out again. Not unusual. Then I heard the tone of her voice, the nice voice.
"Get up honey, mama's got company. Come on. Go into the next room for a while."
The knock on the door brought one last fix for the day. I thought to myself, this couldn’t wait until tomorrow? Knowing the motions by heart, I went through them with my eyes closed. I rolled out of the bed, dragging the sheet and pillow and headed for the next room. I turned on the light and the roaches scattered. I arranged my covers and pillow in the bathtub, turned out he light and climbed in. The next sound I heard was that of my mother having sex in our bed. I laid there listening in wonder and fell asleep to images of what could be happening. This is one of the reasons I didn’t fit in at the playground. Those children did not live life like I did. Coco always apologized to me after nights like that. I heard the words "I promise to make it up to you" too many times to believe in them. How could she make this life up to me? Today, at twenty-one, I still wait. Similar scenarios went on like this all the time...
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