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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

A Testimony of Thankfulness

A Testimony of Thankfulness

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I have so much to be thankful for. My journey has not been an easy one. If there is anyone out there who has any doubt whether they can work through a dysfunctional beginning, eroding self esteem, and tumultuous relationships, then check out my testimony.

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Blurb:

In Life, one is expected to put her best face forward, but what if the process of revealing her best face involves putting the demons on display? Would the journey continue? Or would one stop dead in her tracks. 
Private Pain: Amidst These Ashes is the response in its rawest form. It is an inside look at: in its simplest form, Life's growing pains; in its most complex form, a person battling internal and external forces to find peace in her own existence. The lines are blurred between what's real and what is embellishment in this second edition, a sleeker remastered collection that doesn't miss a step in intensity. 
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"You feel her emotions as you read each word. This remarkable poet left her heart and soul on each and every page! A must read!"
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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Gift of Savings: Queen of Spades' Birthday Promo

Hello RWPP's!

Is there anyone here who doesn't like to save money?  Hold on!  We'll wait.  



Stopping by today is Queen of Spades to share with us how her upcoming birthday means not just gifts for her but gifts for all.  Queen, take it away!



Thank you, AAB!  Queen here.  In honor of my getting older (just know that it's in the thirty-ish department), I am giving savings on both paperback and electronic copies of my works!

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Spaded Truths: Themes and Proclamations (https://www.createspace.com/4400800)
Private Pain: Amidst These Ashes (https://www.createspace.com/4318809)



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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

This Life is worth Living

This Life is Worth Living


Hi.  It’s Elice.  You read about how I got out of my relationship, but I know you are wondering what the breaking point was.  Amazingly enough, my breaking point had nothing to do with him putting his hands on me for the last time.

I walked upon an unfortunate event.

People tell you certain things about the person you are with.  At times, it’s hard to tell between people who genuinely have your interest at heart, and people who want to see you fail.  I decided to just sit back.  If what people were saying was indeed correct, all would be revealed.

Usually, just after my class concluded in the morning, Dedrick would swing by in his ride and we would go to the cafeteria.  I thought the practice was a bit stupid since it was in walking distance, but the habit seemed to make him happy.  I waited a few minutes, but he didn’t show.

A few females I was pals with (more like class pals—shared a class together) walked out of the building. They asked me if I was waiting on Dedrick.  I told them I was, but he hadn’t shown up.  However, I was tired of waiting.  Since their dorm building was in route with mine, they suggested that we all walk together.  I agreed because I wasn’t really that hungry.

As we got closer to the women’s dorms, one of my female friends stopped short of us crossing the street.  I was busy talking to the other female, so I hadn’t been looking ahead of me.

“Elice, isn’t that Dedrick’s car parked in front of the women’s athletic dorm?”

Everyone on campus knew Dedrick’s car.  It was one of the few that had the deeply tinted windows and decorative writing on the front windshield.

Dedrick’s car was rocking back and forth.  I walked towards the car and knocked on the glass.  The windows lowered just enough for me to notice a female mounted on top of him.  I was stunned still while objects were flying towards his car.  The girl on top was shoved aside so Dedrick could prepare a quick exit.  The passenger and he sped down the road.  One pal traveled after the car in hot pursuit while the other girl wrapped her arms around me and hugged me.

“Elice, I’m so sorry, girl.”

I nodded, but I don’t remember if I said anything after that.  I walked back to my room.  Luckily, that was my last class for the day.  I was left alone with my thoughts.

My brain became flooded.  All the abuses and what I had put up with came full circle.  All of the shame and fury hit me at once:

From Dark Scats (Broadway Style):

Un-break my heart.
Mend it with booze.
Paste it with pills;
Put me in a permanent snooze.

No more beating;
No more cheating;
I’m on a one-way ticket,
I’m leaving;
I can’t do this life shit
No more!




Toni Braxton playing in the background.

Alcohol and pills in one hand.

Was there something in the other hand?

Everything went black.

My full fledged attempt was almost successful.  I woke up in the hospital.  My throat felt absolutely raw.  I was told by the doctor that my stomach had been pumped.

“How did I get here?”

“We got a 911 call.”

Everything was foggy besides “Un-break My Heart” and the culmination of all Dedrick had put me through. Also, I knew that no one was in the room with me.  How could anyone have known to even come there?

Looking back on that, there was one part of me that still wanted to fight.  I had taken enough alcohol and medication to have killed me, yet I was brought back in the nick of time.  At times, certain emotions wipe out rationale, and you don’t fully think about how your actions could impact others.  I had been so isolated by Dedrick.  I thought I no longer had close friends because he chased them away with his threats and his tight reign over me.  Yet when I hit rock bottom, they were at my side.  I was so caught up in what I was to Dedrick that I had forgotten what my success had meant to other people.  Seeing the pain reflected in others’ eyes was a true wake-up call for me.

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This Life, flaws and all, is worth living.  When Life gets ugly, a person will never know if it’s going to get better if she decides to end it permanently.  The universe has a way of handling all things, good or bad; one just has to be patient enough to see the fallout.  Whatever suffering Dedrick put upon me he has since experienced tenfold.  The darkness I went through has allowed me to appreciate life, but I would NEVER wish that darkness upon anyone.  If you even think you want to end it all, please reach out and seek help.  Don’t get caught up in what someone will think of you or become trapped in stigma; you have to do what’s best for you.  You can’t experience your best if you’re gone too soon.

My name’s Elice, and this is my testimony.



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Monday, March 24, 2014

What Love Is Not (Shared Tragedy)

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What Love Is Not: Part One


There are many interpretations on what love is supposed to look like and feel like.  Yet what if you don’t have enough or no healthy representations around you?  What is your starting point?

Sometimes, it can be as small as a guy saying the right things to you at just the right moments.

It can be someone giving you the attention you’re not getting at home or positive interaction where everything and everyone else has been negative.

It could be someone placing the possessive word “my” or “mine” to make you really feel like you’re special.

Straws, even pencil thin ones, have substance.

Until those straws start to break.

Like little glimpses in Seeing the Signs:

I noticed him staring
At some girl’s chest
When he thought I wasn’t looking.
And when I asked him about it,
He claimed he was looking in disgust
Because a decent woman
Shouldn’t be flaunting her stuff.

I caught him looking
At some girl’s ass
While walking with some classmates.
And when I asked him about it,
He claimed he was looking for comparison--
To see if I would look as good
In the jeans she was sporting.

Or humming the melody of Celie’s Blues:

I am not your woman:
You are not my man--
That would mean we are partners,
That we are joined at the hip
And walk hand in hand.

But really

You are my Mister,
And I am your Celie.

Things only get done
When you want them done.

When you tell me
To call you at 5:30,
It can’t be any time before
And not a millisecond afterwards.

If I don’t call at all,
I hear your trash talk:
Your accusations of infidelity;
Your claims of I should thank the stars
That I have you
Cause no one else would want me.

Even when you have reached your limit and have received a much needed intervention, without that foundation and lesson from the past relationship, you are doomed to repeat the cycle, or even get in a worse situation.

Love does not demean and corrupt core elements of one’s self to make another self bigger.  Love celebrates and enhances the self that is already there.

But what do you do when the very ones who were supposed to foster your self love are the perpetrators of the pain?

To be continued...


What Love is Not: Part Two (Elice's Story)


Being single felt foreign to Elice.  Perhaps she was addicted to the feel of being on someone’s arm.  After she made her journey from high school to college, it wasn't long before she ended up in another relationship. She hadn’t intended on it, originally.  She was still hurting over her last relationship and had made up her mind to experiment in just having brief affairs.

It was supposed to be that way with Dedrick.  Just a good time.  Yet he said that their moment together was like a drug, and he was hooked on the side effects.  He ended up leaving his girlfriend, and it didn't take long for him to start pursuing Elice.

He would make it a point to find her during lunch time and would visit her at her living quarters.  She really loved how talented Dedrick was, but she always had a soft spot for musicians.  He would always compliment Elice on how smart and beautiful she was.  Most of the time, the conversation would end with him wanting a chance to have a relationship.  For about three weeks, Elice valiantly fought off his advances.

Finally, Dedrick’s persistence paid off.  He was thrilled.  Not too long after the union, Dedrick wanted Elice to meet his parents.  Elice thought it was a bit soon, but Dedrick insisted the love he felt for her had no timetable and that she was the type of woman he could imagine being with for a very long time.  The family Dedrick had was the type of family she always wanted.  His parents loved each other and seemed very invested in their children’s education. Dedrick invited Elice to his church, where he would play the piano and organ.  The whole family and community were pleased with his choice.

A few weeks after that, Dedrick popped the question in front of a multitude of people.  The college was relatively small, so it’d be safe to say in front of the entire campus.

Elice had to be honest with herself.  She didn’t know whether she loved Dedrick, but she liked how being with him, his family, and the church community made her feel.  Perhaps with time she could grow to love him as passionately as he did her.  Besides, she didn’t want to embarrass him in front of everyone.

Although Dedrick celebrated it from the mountaintops, Elice wasn’t sure how she would be able to tell her family.  She permitted Dedrick to drop her off at home one weekend to give him an opportunity to meet them.  Once Dedrick left, she wanted to gauge how they felt about him.  Her grandmother’s response, “There’s something not quite right about him.”

Elice wasn’t quite sure.  Dedrick hadn’t shown any of the signs like the previous relationship she had.  Dedrick didn’t act possessive.  He didn’t put her down; in fact, he always made it a point to do the opposite.  Their sexual moments ranged from scenes in Harlequin to episodes in some of Zane’s short stories.  Nothing was broken.

But one night changed everything.  The one night Elice dared to tell Dedrick no.

She was preparing for a test and wanted the opportunity to study without distraction.  Dedrick was hungry for sex.  His appetite seemed insatiable, and usually, Elice rose to the challenge.  But she wasn’t up to it this time and told her so.

His actions afterwards made this statement fact: You never tell me no.

That night, her fiance pinned her to the bed and raped her.  Elice was horrified.  She had never seen him like that.  Elice was heartbroken.  If Dedrick loved her, how could he do this to her?  Elice was ashamed.  How could this had happened to her?

For every woman who talks about her rape, there are so many who do not.  In some cases, the rape victim is put on trial, scrutinized from the clothes she wears to what she said to the guy and how she said it.  She feels as if she has to relive the experience all over again when all she wants to do is get justice and find a way to put it behind her.

When Elice first decided to leave Dedrick, he didn’t take it to well.  He became emotionally and mentally unstable.  His roommate contacted her, and Elice discovered Dedrick playing the game of Russian Roulette. She aborted her plans because she didn’t want that on her conscience, but perhaps it was a mind game to get her to stay.

All of the nastiness Elice’s grandmother sensed in Dedrick became magnified.  Elice was isolated from her old friends, and she was caught in a cycle of control and fear.  Whatever little regard she had for her life was washed away upon Dedrick’s arrival.

So many on the outside believe it is so easy to just go.  Yet it is not easy to leave an abusive relationship, especially when your life is being threatened.  If you have kids, it is even riskier.

But the best thing you can do for your existence is to leave.  The ambiance of a relationship isn’t worth your risking your life.

Love is not abusive.  Love doesn’t gain might by taking out one’s life.  Find the resources and utilize them.  You are not alone.

Elice didn’t have to live this way.

I didn’t have to live that way.

Elice escaped.


And so did I.



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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Don't Be a Carnival Act

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Let’s travel back to when the rose was still a bud.  What did you imagine your first time would be like?   Was the location comfortable?  Did he take his time? Was it filled with love, pleasure, and satisfaction?

I loved reading romance books.  I really wanted the experience to be with the right person.  I wanted the setting and pace to be right.  I believed the right person would be patient with me and understand why I wanted to keep my flower sacred.

I wanted it to be Harlequin.  I admit it.

Once I got out of my head, I observed my surroundings.  

Most of my friends had already had sex years before me.  Most of them said it was pleasurable.  At first, I was just listening in, content with living sexual escapades through them.  Yet, soon, I was getting asked to chime in.  Although I am a writer, it didn’t feel like I had to lie to my friends about how much action I was getting.  Then, every other day, it was like, “When are you going to go ahead and do it?”

If that wasn’t bad enough, the guy I was seeing at the time was starting to put pressure on me.  I was a bit baffled as to why.  I told him that I was a virgin.  Maybe that was where I screwed up.

Harlequin took a back seat to a dark corner and splintered wood.  Passion was swallowed by fear and dread.  Comfort was ripped apart by pain.

My flower tarnished by bullshit.

Cue Other Carnival Acts (excerpt):

Comfort took a back seat
To his eagerness to Conquer.

And the great outdoors
Became a lover’s
Playing field.

The splinters
Were the makeshift cushion,
Pushing at my skin
Until my flesh gave way.

I went to another place
As grubby hands
Tugged denim and cotton
All at once
And the sound of unzipped pants
Kissed my ears.

Latex met my sex
With the grace
Of a blundering fool,
And my eyes darkened
In fury and pain.

I’m not going to say, “Wait until marriage.”  But have this act be with someone that you really want to be intimate with.  Don’t let pressure from the outside dictate your decision.  It is a very important step; you cannot take back your very first time.  Even going celibate for a long time isn’t the same as when you’ve first had your virginity.

Sex is supposed to be art.  It’s supposed to feel exhilarating.  Don’t cheapen it into something it’s not.  The cheapening of sexual acts is one of the main reason outsiders feel as if they have the right to deem sex worse than violence.  It’s natural to have these urges; they were given to us.  Don’t let your first time and any of the times afterwards be a carnival act.


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