Hello authenticitee Family!

Nadine Tomlinson does an impeccable job of capturing life through the lens of Scott Mitchell one of my favorite photographers!!

If you remember he was the inspiration behind my poem EYES ON LOCK!
https://authenticitee.wordpress.com/2015/06/22/eyes-on-lock-inspired-by-master-photograper-scott-mitchell-poetscott

Enjoy his interview and be sure to show both of their sites much love!!

CyberSuga…

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e

  
I CAN FEEL YOU



I can feel you

I can still feel you

You were so gentle

Incessantly wanting me to be OK

Ensuring that I was

Ever shielding me from pain

Loving me patiently 

As though you loved me

You took care of me

I felt safe with you

I was wanted 

I was fought for

I remember

You recognized, embraced, encouraged 

And 

Told me you loved my romantic tier

I loved that you loved me enough 

To tell me

And even now you’ve left me

S p e e c h l e s s

I am in awe that you too remember

And overwhelmed that you still love me

With a love that deeply flows

From the same pure springs 

And

untainted realm

You still love me enough to tell me

I’m taken aback that you’ve lovingly memorialized 

What I’ve unintentionally forgotten

Thank you

~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~

I can feel you

I not only feel you

I feel like millions of dollars 

Lying under millions of stars

Encased in millions of reasons 

To love you unencumbered

Allowing you 

To love me limitlessly 

Chest rising and falling

Mouth incapable of hiding my smile

How incredibly

B e a u t i f u l

You have stolen my heart

In a millimoment you’ve extinguished 

Memories of my ever loving anyone else 

And in an instant exposed my futile

Attempts to try to get others to love me

~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~

Earth pauses at an incline

And I only remember you

Tears fill my eyes but I’m still smiling

For you have touched me 

Without ever touching me

You have reached a dimension 

In the core my soul 

That has has been left unfound 

Yes and left undisturbed 

I’m done chasing a i r

You have taken my breath away 

You and your words have weight 

You not only have the desire to hold me and my words 

You have the capacity to do so

And the wingspan to accommodate my expansion

Your width, length, depth and breadth

Are not intimidated by mine

~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~

I can feel you

Why I’ve looked for you in the eyes of others 

I’ll never know

I apologize for trying to do so

I can feel you 

I can feel you feel me

I can feel you feeling me 

I still understand your rhythm 

And still respect your time

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Hello Beautiful People!

Do you know what Dissociative Identity Disorder is? Well one of my favorite artists and new cyberbuddy in the blogging community Robert Goldstein has been featured in this amazing article! It highlights his incredible art work while shedding insight on Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Be sure to check him out…

Blessings,

e

 And Then There Was @KittOMalley @Robrt_M_Goldste & @_thenewsexy

When I close my eyes and pray

I see their names and faces

Not labels, stigma or diagnoses

But their stories of life’s races

If I were to pass them in the street

They wouldn’t even know me

Feels like I know them just the same

They’re incredible souls

Who were brave enough

To shed insight to their pain

~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~

They have taught me things I did not know

Things others would pretend to be aware of

Things like how the weather can affect Kitt

whose been diagnosed as Bipolar

I knew that rain could cause stiffness in joints

But now know seasons changing can make despair hover

~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~

Then there’s Robert

an artist and my new cyberbuddy who taught me about Dissociative Identity Disorder 

He too shares and gives and pours

Out to others though life tries to intermittently dehydrate his faucet

~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~

Last but not least I see

Jules to J u l i a 

 Who’s changed more than her avi

A gorgeous Suicide Attempt Survivor diagnosed as Schizoaffective

Courageously Sober since 2.10.15 

She no longer sees that vice as a hobby

~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~

They weren’t and aren’t afraid to share their speed bumps

From the beginning with thousands like me

Those of us who have struggles too but at times struggle to share all of the steps taken to victory

~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~

I think about them all the time

It’s an honor to cover them in prayer

Praying for them and their loved ones That the sun somehow always shines

And they’re replenished for how many they care

~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~

I wonder at times if they realize

How many they have helped

By being immensely transparent

If they know they’re a blessing

From them I’ve learned so much

Can’t help but wonder if it’s apparent

~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~

If they’re not reblogging

Or pinning an interest

They’re thoughtfully responding

With kindness

Highlighting the journeys of others

Helping their voices be heard

Opening deaf ears

Interrupting willful blindness

~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~

Thank you LORD for WHO they are

Not what doctors and naysayers have told them

Fearfully and wonderfully made

Diamonds in the rough

Outshining many a star

Bless them now Father

With peace, strength and joy

Beyond what they could ever fathom

~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~

Kitt, Robert and Julia

May you forever be encouraged

May days of beauty and clarity

Outnumber every tear you ever shed

And every time in despondent disbelief

You shook your head

~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~

May you know sharing your story

Was not in vain

I along with countless others

Are cheering you on from the sideline

And guess what?

I peeked ahead

YOU WIN


Inspired by your life and glad you’re in mine,

e

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 SOMETHING ‘BOUT A MAN ON BENDED KNEE


Something ’bout a man on bended knee

To the very core it reveals his humility

Whether asking for a hand
  
Or fighting for his country 

  
Or seeking the face of his Creator 

For direction he so desperately needs

  

Something ’bout a man on bended knee

Gathering his composure to be strong for me 

 Humbling himself before the big game 

 Humbling himself by knowing

Who to thank 

 
Vulnerable before his Maker

Knowing where his strength comes from 

 

Not wanting to make a move without Him

Not embarrassed to become undone 

 

Something ’bout a man on bended knee

Who lays his pride aside

Recognizing there’s One greater

Guiding him during the day 

 Watching him overnight 

 
Something ’bout a man on bended knee

Rising from the ashes valiantly 

Recovering from every fall

Admitting he doesn’t know it all

Not afraid to stand again

 Strategy in sight

Eyes superimposed with vision 

 Able to lead

Cause he knows Who to follow 

Grind defined 

Back straightened 

Renewed mind 

Ready to proceed  

Empowered by new clarity 

   
Soil rich with revitalization

Now a better candidate for synchronization 

How can two walk together except they agree?

Agree it takes a strong man to be 

A man on bended knee

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Her presence
? Regal. I remember the first time I heard her sing. I had never heard a voice like hers before. Ever. I stood up in the pew, as is custom when hearing someone singing their face off. Indescribably superb. Gritty. And her range..smh. To say I was blown away is an understatement. Tasha M. is a beast on vocals. It’s an honor to call her friend, sister…roadie.

More than that, it’s an honor to watch her use that same God voice endued with power and purpose; speak life into the princess divinely assigned to her. A princess named *Malisa.

If you’re just tuning in, click here to read Part One of Tasha’s story. Her life changed overnight when she unexpectedly became a single mom. Though she thought it was temporary, two years later her niece is now her daughter. Perhaps a dissonant chord at first, their journey has evolved into a song I’d like to call… Beautiful.

Tasha: “Here we are two years later… Not because the situation has gotten any easier. But Malisa and I have come to an understanding. We have each other now”.

e: Sis, let me say again that you are to be commended. It’s understood that you’re adjusting but how are you coping?

Tasha: A lot of prayer. Tears. Having friends I can vent to and get great sound advice.

e: Your story is often compared to the show Raising Whitley, because the circumstances are so similar. Have you ever seen the show?
Tasha: I’ve never seen the show, though I’ve heard about it.

e: Do you find yourself embracing her belief that “it takes a village to raise a child”?

Tasha: I don’t even know how I’d do this without my village! I’m always on the go. Suddenly having a child to raise didn’t change any of that. Plus I don’t trust complete strangers to keep her. At least not at this stage, where her understanding and communication skills are delayed.

e: What does your support network or village look like?

Tasha: My network consists of my family and very close friends. These are people I trust and who loves her like their own.

e: Have you have found any stigma associated with being a single parent in the faith community? Do you find people assuming what your story is?

Tasha: Fortunately for me, my church family is small and we are close. I was able to share my situation with them, they are very supportive. As far as outside of my church home, I couldn’t say if anyone else felt any type of way because I am oblivious to the opinions of those I don’t know or who are not close to me.

e: Is this an indefinite decision or can her Mom/Dad get her back anytime?

Tasha: This is it! Both parents no longer have their rights. Even if I couldn’t do it, they would not be able to.

e: Is there any bitterness towards your brother and Malisa’s mother?

Tasha: At first I was very angry. I was mad that they could keep making children and leaving it to everybody else to care for them. How they hurt and cause damage to these kids that didn’t ask to be here. I was angry that my life and the lives of everybody connected to me had to turn upside-down while they lived free of any responsibility. I had to find a way not to despise them. Only God. Now I don’t focus on them, but on her and what she needs from me.

e: Does Malisa have any siblings and if so how often does she interact with them?

Tasha: Yes, she has siblings. She sees them on a weekly basis.

e: Does she have regular interaction with her parents at all even if they are scheduled visits?

Tasha: She sees her Dad occasionally. In the past two years, she’s seen her Mom maybe 4 times.

e: Do you feel any pressure for them to be a regular part of her life or do you find yourself wanting to shield her in a way?

Tasha: I know she craves her parents, so whenever she is able to be around them, I allow it. I make the boundaries clear to them. They can see her so long as they don’t undo any progress we’ve made.
e: Also she appears to be thriving under your care. Any hesitation in returning her to her parents if they showed vast improvement over a period of time?

Tasha: We are making strides. So if her parents were not capable of doing at least what I do, if not more, I would never let her go back to them. She will be allowed to see and talk to them, but they relinquished the right to raise her.

e: You mentioned that you knew as a child that you didn’t want to have children; where did that come from?

Tasha: I’m not sure. I just knew I didn’t want to be tied down. I always imagined a life of going and doing absolutely everything I wanted to do, without limits. I knew the family unit required all of your attention. Sure it’s possible to do it all with a family, but something at some point will take a backseat.

e: Sounds as though you’ve resolved that you’re going to see this through till 18+ yrs of age!

Tasha: Yup, I have to help her to adulthood. Prayerfully all of this will make her a better/stronger person.

e: Has your idea of parenting changed as a result of this responsibility or has your hesitation only been confirmed?

Tasha: Ya know, at one point maybe a year before all of this happened, I came down with a case of what some refer to as “baby fever”. That passed about six months later! The closer I got to marriage, the more certain I became. I really didn’t want that life. The settled down life. If I get married, I want someone who wants what I want. Travel the world, spontaneity.
I love my niece to life. I wouldn’t trade her for anything, however I am more certain than ever that I made the right choice for me. I’m not really ‘me’ anymore. I am in mommy mode all the time. Some may say that’s a good thing. Maybe it is? But for me, I’m always aware of it. Just because someone does something really well, doesn’t mean it fulfills them. I love that she is thriving, I’m still not sure where I will land in all of this. That’s what being a parent means right? Sacrificing your wants/needs for those of your child. How did I get on a list for something I never signed up for? Lol!

I know this is all God’s will, since He has never steered me wrong, I trust it will all work out for the good of us all.

e: Yeah. Somehow it always does…

*Name changed

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BLURRED LINES



blurred

blərd/

adjective

• unable to see or be seen clearly.

“blurred vision”

• not clear or distinct; hazy

I LOVE living life on the edge. I bore very easily. As a woman who has been deemed a ‘ride or die’ by both friends and mates; my exasperation with the mundane does not appear to impinge on my relationships. No, I’m not a skydiver nor have I ever gone bungee jumping. I’ve never walked on coals or laid on a nude beach (and trust me I’ve spared many an eye in not doing so). I’ve never taken shots back to back with crowds cheering me on and then commenced to river-dancing on a table; but I love living life on the edge. The edge is as relative as it is alluring. I love it and am quite roused by those who seek to do so.

As a result of my attraction to life on the edge, I’ve occasionally experienced the self inflicted repercussions of blurred lines. Some of which hurt so good. Others that fell in the category of “If this is wrong, I don’t wanna be right”. Ignoring consequences that I, quite frankly at the time, thought I was tough enough to handle. Moments where I saw the yellow stop light up ahead but passionately closed my eyes and gunned it; foot heavy on the gas hoping I’d slip by just before it turned red.

According to Robin Thicke when defining the lyrical intent of his popular yet controversial hit song Blurred Lines; its referring to “the good-girl/bad-girl thing and what’s appropriate.” Well let’s see…

If we’re honest; in some settings blurred lines can be fun. Moments we find exhilarating when pushed outside of our comfort zones at just the right tempo and tension resulting in increased heart rate and mildly noticeable panting. Finding ourselves hyperventilating an iota shy of a panic attack. Relishing in an adrenaline rush while still clinging to the notion that we are in control. Blurred lines masquerading as one living on the edge.

But what do blurred lines really look like?

 THIS: 
 I’m frequently inconvenienced and infuriated when driving on the highway and I encounter blurred lines. Due to NEVER ENDING construction and God knows whatever kind of foolishness causing the gradual erosion of these lines, it is not unusual to see this on any given stretch of road. It is by far the MOST frustrating AND dangerous thing to drive 60-70 mph in one of three closely aligned lanes and then the boundaries in place suddenly fade to black when approaching a curve. And to think, these pics were taken yesterday, during the day. Can you imagine how alarmingly treacherous this is in traffic and/or at night?

I know from personal experience that it’s horrible and I emphatically detest it.

One night I was driving home on a dimly lit stretch of highway where 3 out of the 4 lanes on the road were pitch black. Plagued by impaired night vision, I was sandwiched between two 18 wheelers for about 2 miles. I was very frightened but praying through gritted teeth because I was SO MAD at the absence of parameters designed to guide me, now failing to protect me. Then it made we wonder. What do our blurred lines look like in the spirit realm? When we take baby steps from feather light teasing to full throttle? When we dance on the edge so hard that the lines beneath the weight of our want are gradually smeared to smithereens. Overlapping. Disappearing.

It may take a few weeks if not longer but those same blurred lines on the highway eventually get repainted. 

  
However how does one proceed after barriers have been thwarted. Either trauma presents itself or an insatiable appetite to do it all over again arises. When demarcation once again becomes prominent. Order restored. Anarchy shunned. Regular resumes. Predictability ensues. How does one journey now that the probability of reoccurrence is clearly…inescapable.

How do you?





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authenticitee is 6 mos. old today! 



Six months eh? (Yawn) So um yeah, what’s the big deal?! (Scrolls Down) Doesn’t sound like a long time right? (Likes Post Without Reading)

Well let’s see!

If you’ve ever started a new relationship, venture, business or diet; you know reaching the halfway mark is pretty darn impressive! Better yet if you have tried to break a bad habit or abstain from any temptation, 6 mos. can be a looong time!


I must pause to say thank you to my subscribers. Though I constantly bombard(ed) my family and friends about authenticitee; out of all of my subscribers, I only know 15 personally!

 That speaks VOLUMES about the thriving community of NEW faces showing me love! Your support has been overwhelmingly beautiful..

It’s not easy being new in any setting:

So know that I am extremely grateful! Hey…There is a wide range of content that I share very transparently from my heart here on authenticitee! My heart is dedicated to the hurting and overlooked. I have a burden for #SuicidePrevention and I figured, being honest about who I was as a Christian who refused to pretend she had it all together may make a difference. By striving to encourage people with God’s love in spite of my own frailties, flaws, hiccups, band-aids.  I felt it may just somehow save a life….


So whether I’m posting an edgy poem of longing, a spoken word piece about love gone right, unrequited love gone awry, an untraditional faith based devotional, sharing an interview about every day inspirational people or a random piece laced with humor and witticism…YOU’RE here rocking with it ALL! Thank you so much. GOD BLESS YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!

So…the #s are in! To commemorate 6 mos, here’s a list of YOUR Top 6 Faves!

Much love & CyberSuga…

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e of authenticitee ~ inspiration without the other stuff 

#6 EVERYONE IS NOT ASSIGNED TO YOUR CASELOAD! 



#5 NOT JUST THE DJ’s WIFE



#4 A SMILE BIG ENOUGH TO COVER THE PAIN – OUR DAUGHTER’S STORY OF HAIR LOSS


#3 WHEN YOU’RE NOT YOUR VALENTINE’S ONLY VALENTINE



#2 DON’T LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY ON THE MORNING OF YOUR WEDDING!



#1 MIND IF I JOIN YOU?


VERY CLOSE TIE FOR # 6!
DEDICATED TO OUR SON OF COLOR

MY MOMMY’S FAVORITE: 
BARBRA, BOB & BLACK GOSPEL

YOUR FAVORITE LOVE POEM:
IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT (I TAUGHT YOU HOW TO LOVE ME)

MY FAVORITE LOVE POEM:

IF YOU LOVED ME LIKE I LOVED YOU

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If you’re not familiar with the Oprah Winfrey Network reality show Raising Whitley (Actress Kym Whitley pictured above with son Joshua), here’s a brief synopsis according to ^an online source:

Raising Whitley chronicles the daily life of actress-comedian Kym Whitley and her group of friends—whom she refers to as “The Village”—as they raise baby Joshua, the child that Kym unexpectedly gained custody of.”


I’d always been a fan of Kym Whitley’s work. She was pretty, donning deep dimples and a million dollar smile. As a comedic actress who just happened to be plus sized, she seemed warm and relatable. I knew nothing of her personal life until the story broke about her becoming a single mom overnight. I found it fascinating and quite commendable. I had no idea that one of my best friends would find herself in those same shoes! Hers is an untold story of thousands all over the world; without the cameras rolling.

This post is dedicated to my beautiful, sho nuff, Ride or Die Sistah Friend, Singer/Songwriter Tasha M. whose life became a real life Raising Whitley saga overnight.

Here’s Part 1 of her story in her own words…

TASHA SPEAKS


MAY 15th 2013…my world changed.

That sounds so dramatic, but it did. At the time I didn’t know that my life would never be the same again. My phone rang around 10:00pm and I was already settled in for the night. Mom called and said my brother had a domestic dispute with his girlfriend and the police were called. Ok. (What else is new?) Well, my niece was somehow hurt and if a relative didn’t come to get her, she would be placed in a group home or temporary foster home. So I went and got her.

I had to wait, she was being questioned. Then I had to be questioned. Finally, 2 hours later we were in my car and on our way back to my 1 bedroom apartment.
I thought, “This will blow over in a couple days”. I was so wrong.
There was a steady stream of calls and visits from social workers and the District Attorney. One week turned into two years and counting.

What?!!? No you don’t understand, not me. Out of all my friends, I am the least motherly.
I have said since the age of about 15 yrs old, that I don’t want the husband and kid life. I truly loved my freedom. Now, I’m a mom overnight. Looking for childcare, staying up late when she’s sick, doctor’s appointments, child friendly restaurants, censored conversations with friends, and animated movies. SMH!

You see, my brother was supposed to take some time and get his life together enough to raise his daughter. *Malisa’s mom left her when she left my brother years ago. He seemed like he was going to make that change, but when he saw how Malisa was flourishing in my care, he stopped trying. She had never gone to school before, she needed glasses, and her motor skills were underdeveloped. My niece, at 5 years old, did not know her colors, shapes, letters, numbers, or anything a child her age should know. However, she knew all about Kevin Hart and all the latest raunchy dances you’d never want a little girl to do. I felt totally unprepared and overwhelmed with all these challenges.

With all of this going on, my family and friends rallied around us. I had a great support system. It was just so rough, but I decided she needs me to do this. There was nobody else able or willing to step in. I couldn’t see my family left with strangers. At the same time, I just wanted my freedom again. I know that sounds so selfish. It’s how I felt. Even though the therapists and social workers kept telling me I had a choice…I didn’t see it like that.

Anyhow, here we are two years later and things are starting to even out. Not because, her parents have stepped up. Not because the situation has gotten any easier. But Malisa and I have come to an understanding. We have each other now. As much as she needed me, I need her just as much. Oh don’t get me wrong, I haven’t changed my mind about marriage and kids. She has taught me lessons about life that I don’t think I could’ve learned had she not dropped into my life.

Funny, so many people who know me and the situation, tell me how honorable and brave I am for doing what a lot of people would not do. Now I see how brave the both of us are! She has decided to trust me with her life and care, when her own parents wouldn’t do it. I don’t know what I’m doing! I feel a tremendous amount of pressure to make sure she grows up and becomes everything her parents are not, even more…than I am.



++Stay tuned for Part 2 where Tasha takes the time to field a few of my questions!

*Name changed
^https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raising_Whitley

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This morning I had an incredible conversation with one of my Sister Sistahs. I believe…It’s vital to have at least one person in your life that you can talk about anything with knowing that it will never become front page news. Someone you can say anything to without hesitation or fear of judgment. Just be yourself with…uninhibited. Well this particular conversation about love, heartbreak and the like fueled this piece below. In discussing her beau she made one majestic comment about him that instantly made me put heart to pen and pen to paper.

She mentioned something about wanting “the cadence of his heartbeat to be her lullaby“. Whoooo Lawd Honey YES!

 
That’s the kind of longing that inspires poetry…speaking volumes to the lover and poet in me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~<>~~~~~~~~~~~~~

IN BETWEEN THE RAIN DROPS

I’m not afraid to love you
I’m not afraid to let you know 
I’m not afraid to say I see you
I’m not afraid
Though I’ve been warned

You have my heart alive again
And now my tears 
Are tears of joy
You’ve soothed my hard edges
Softened me
Cold heart now glows warmed

You weren’t trying
To get my attention
Or capture my flag
Mine wasn’t territory 
You sought to conquer
My waters unchartered
You stirred
I’m glad 

I see myself loving you
In between the rain drops
I feel you holding me
After the rain stops
No longer holding back
Drifting toward your rainbow 
Into your arms again 

You make me want to…

Climb the highest mountains 
Though I fear heights
You make me want to surf
The deepest oceans
Though I cannot swim
You make me wanna soar
The endless sky though I cannot fly

How I long for 

The cadence of your heartbeat 

To be my lullaby

Yes love me in between the rain drops
There’s not a storm we cannot face 
Shower me with showers anew
I’ll respond with fresh morning dew
I’m not afraid to love again 
As long as love is love with you

© Ericka Arthur and authenticitee, 2015

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