I’M A PRODUCT OF

From Mother’s breast

To Purity’s Treasure Chest 

To accepting a Love

That was nailed to the cross

“How archaic!” smug tongues

Jeer at my belief. 

Fast forward to life’s 

gruesome discoveries 

Unreturned phone calls

Unanswered texts

And let’s not forget 

DMs blatantly ignored 

though clearly seen.

Broken promises 

Forbidden inspiration 

Yielding rose garden saturation

In abundance pleasures unknown 

So desperately needed again

Yet remain foreign to me. 

Unfulfilled temptation

False hope positives

Given without hesitation

“Gimme gimme” take takes 

Bathed in consistent

Unappreciation. 

Middle fingers high in the air

Grasping at faint expertise extraordinaire 

All while fighting

To still believe. 

Determined to survive it 

cause it’s the true highest 

level of consciousness

any human being can achieve. 

I’m a producer of this T H A N G 

Though NOTHING has caused 

me more raw pain 

and the damage 

is unbelievably DEEP

Some may see me as a victim 

but since my heart can still beat 

With them I opt not to agree 

I’m just a product of 

this thing spelled 

L O V E 

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***(Sigh) This is one of my favorite vintage pieces. Just a glimpse of some of what I’ve been writing over the past year but not posting here on my blog. Thank you for taking the ride with me. It nor I, am for the faint of heart.  

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Peter. The man of few words who says so much. You can feel the steadfastness when encountering his work yet he is full of surprises. Demonstrating great range he is unafraid to engage every emotion. From inspirational poetry to romantic pieces his poetic voice refuses sedation. 

An early supporter of my Instagram poetry page, he has continued to provide consistent feedback and encouragement! 


In His Words…

My name is Peter Eshomonu Excel. A native of Edo State, Nigeria. I’m an African, I’m black skin and I represent Nigeria. I studied Psychology from Ambrose Alli University Ekpoma, Edo Nigeria. I love writing and speaking through words. I’m a young writer, who loves to play with words through quotes, stories, poems, and songs. 

e Speaks…


Thank you for joining us here at http://www.authenticiteespeaks.com and stopping by the #WriterCrushWednesday series Peter!! Below is one of his incredibly inspiring pieces written to share in this space! 

NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE 
 
Impossible they see 
From their shallow mind they speak 
A trapped mind living in darkness 
Freedom lost even when shown brightness 
 
Impossible they paint
Just because they want your freedom as bait 
A slave blinded by the power of perception 
Who has failed to see beyond his lame vision
 
Impossible they speak
Out of the abundance of their heart they teach
A failed student turned teacher 
Life lessons they’ve failed to rehearse 
 
Nothing is impossible 
Everything is achievable 
It is just a word that exist in the dictionary 
A word that can spring to life if ONLY you believe. 
 
How you view the world 
Will either bring you peace or war 
Your heart is the artist drawing board 
And your mouth a loaded gun
 
Nothing is impossible
If you can think and act possible
Nothing is impossible 
Once your faith is unshakable 
 
Possibility has always been my childhood girlfriend 
Met her the very first day the doctor told my mother to push as she labored 
Her eyes seduces me that I made love to her right there 
Even when impossibility approached me for a cheap sex 
 
Possibility was heavenly dressed 
When she won the beauty pageant at negativity end 
Even when faith was belittled and shaken 
In my calm voice I said peace be still 
 
Possibility is me 
It is the chain that binds you to me
If we can believe it 
Then for sure we will both achieve it

By: Peter Excel (@inhalerpjshey) 
©2016
 

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By far one of the strongest and kindest women on my Instagram CyberSquad she first caught my eye with this post:


Yessss my Sista! Yesss!”, I remember thinking. I felt like her post had described what I’d like to think about myself to a tee! Ah but there was more!

An American born writer and consultant of Haitian and Spanish descent; I soon learned Poet/Writer Nita Marentic has more than a way with words. Her style of poetry has a warmth to it that compels one to slowly digest her train of thought. One of my favorite pieces reads as follows:Nita makes you wanna really think about love. The more I got to know about her the more impressed I became. Fluent in both Portuguese and Italian, her love for the arts is inviting. 


In her own words…

Singing is my first love. Cooking is my superpower. Lol!

What is most rewarding for me are the services my sister and I provide for children with special needs, through her business. We advocate for them to get the education they need and deserve, custom fit for their needs. It changes their lives!

Bio

Nita Marenic attended the University of Southern Mississippi where she majored in Paralegal Studies and minored in Classical Voice.

Tapping into a hidden talent, Nita began outsourcing by using her writing skills to her advantage in various formats such as grant writing and writing proposals. In 2015, Nita was onboarded by the Durham Company where she served as a Magazine Editor. Nita has been published in several magazines with articles ranging in topics from editorials, interviews, creative writing to sports.

Though Nita occasionally freelances for a production company, her primary writing focus has been on her private collection of work…which can be found on her Instagram page. Nita’s mission is to continue to grow herself as a writer.

e Speaks…

Thank you for joining us here at http://www.authenticiteespeaks.com and blessing the #WriterCrushWednesday series Nita!! Below are two pieces she’s written to share in this space! 


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Email: nita.marentic@live.com

Instagram Username: @junoswisdom

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This guy is my heart. I saw him across a crowded Instagram feed and have been a fan ever since! He caught my eye with this succinct and strong piece: 
Oh how he impressed me because we were total opposites and he had mastered the art of potent minimalistic storytelling. I wanted more. So much so that we collaborated on a unique piece:What an honor to work with such genius under control!

The more we got to know each other the more I learned that we both had a burden for suicide prevention, but from different angles. He is an attempt survivor and he courageously shared his story recently on Instagram! His new tattoo is an ode to Project Semicolon’s mission statement as well!


In his own words…

My name is Dustin Bethea. I was born & raised in South Arkansas. I grew up in a conservative household in which creativity wasn’t neither discouraged, nor was it encouraged. I knew from a young age I didn’t fit in. It didn’t phase me for many years. Upon a bit, I thought it was my {unannounced} sexual preference that made people treat me differently. That made me act differently. 
Moving away to college, just a few short hours from home, I was accepted in ways I didn’t know we’re possible. But I still had internal struggles that I was unable to identify. Without going into a years-long-internal-battle-story, I reached an all time low. Life didn’t seem like something I desired to continue anymore. I felt as if my time was up. I’d found love for the first time. I felt complete. It was then I decided the world was done with me. So I decided to end my life. I was, fortunately, unsuccessful. I started writing again while being detained in a psychiatric Ward where I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. Suddenly, my life started making sense. As ironic as it may be to many outsiders, it was as moment of self realization. I found my voice again. My pen began bleeding out the negativity that had been locked inside of me for 24 years. To say that I am content with my life now would simply be a lie. What I can say truthfully, however, is that I feel like a human for the first time ever. My writing has given me that. 


Building a family of my own with no blood involved has been one of my greatest victories. Gaining my actual blood family back has been my second. Still being alive has been my third. Writing my life’s story in as few words as possible is an incredibly difficult task, but my hope is that you can actually see a piece of me & relate in some way.

e Speaks…

Thank you for joining us here at http://www.authenticiteespeaks.com and kicking off this new #WriterCrushWednesday series Dustin!! Below are two pieces he’s written to share in this space! 

***TRIGGER WARNING RE: SURVIVING SUICIDE ATTEMPTS***


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• @dr_bethea (personal Instagram)

• @disorderly.ramblings (writers Instagram)

• Dustin Bethea (personal Facebook page)
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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!

SUPER EXCITED!!! Tomorrow is the BIG day! The response has been overwhelming and I even handpicked a few of my CyberSquad favorites that I can’t wait for you to meet!

If you are just joining me on this journey, I’m a blogger/poet and this series is designed to introduce my blog audience to my Instagram Poet family! Their bios and background stories are POWERFUL!! Be sure to spread the word and invite a friend. 

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1/2/17
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For me it was a red dress. That’s what his wife was wearing the night of the big argument. I was living in California and staying with the Director’s family while I worked on his indie film. That was the night he decided to kick me out for no reason. I was thousands of miles away from family and friends and had no place to go. I was also told that I would be flying back to the East Coast the next morning and good luck finding a way getting to the airport.

Instant trauma. It was horrible. I was sent back to the East Coast broken and very damaged. I didn’t realize I was dealing with the aftermath of trauma until seeing a red dress on TV soon thereafter caused me to break down in tears, made me afraid and feel anxious. I remember my mother, grandmother, brother, and then boyfriend now husband just loving on me; very carefully. Handling me with kid gloves. I returned to them very differently than how I left. There was no official diagnoses, I was never seen by any professional so I didn’t have a label for what I was experiencing. I just knew I had been severely injured and there was no physical evidence of it.

Eventually, I would say a few weeks later, I began to not be bothered by red dresses or casual California references at all. The events instead had just left a very bad taste in my mouth and the feisty, vibrant Ericka had resurfaced. Imagine my surprise when I was contacted three months later and offered an opportunity to return to California by the same Director that put me on the streets that winter night. I graciously declined. It wasn’t until several years later that I learned he was schizophrenic.

Knowing what our triggers are empower us and if we are proactive, it can even render them powerless. Since then I have survived many other traumatic experiences and the unexpected triggers that followed suit. I’ve noticed that over time a number of them have decreased, however others are just too prominent to ignore.

I’m excited about being aware of them because it helps in dealing with it. I have an incredible support network. That coupled with writing, music, comedies and lots of communication etc. works for me. You have to find what works for you. It may be professional therapy, taking up a new hobby, traveling, exercise…or Netflix and a whole lot of Chillin’.

Whatever it takes, pay attention to YOU, yourself, your body, your mind, how you feel about and around certain people; and in certain places. Begin to pay attention to scents and sounds. Whatever it takes to take care of you and be the best version of you needs to be your focus. Period.

We’ll talk soon. Proud of you. Remember to seek professional help if needed, reach out to crisis hotlines, go for a walk, and/or talk to a loved one. But no matter what remember you are never alone, you matter and are NEEDED!

Peace,

e

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Nope. Can’t say that I remember. I couldn’t tell you where any of my stickers from previous elections were hiding (if kept); nor have I ever been inclined to take a picture of one. Nonetheless this keepsake is from the recent United States 2016 presidential election. What I do remember is the first election where I was finally old enough to vote! It resulted in the first (and last to date) African-American mayor of New York City, David Dinkins, being elected. I have changed so much since that day; but one thing that has remained the same is my unwavering decision to vote – no matter what.

I don’t talk politics. Well usually. I have participated in every election since that first privilege to do so. I remember being excited about having a choice to sound my voice. Kudos to my mother, a young working widow, raising two children in the heart of Brooklyn, New York. One of the strongest women I know, she incessantly stressed the importance of learning how to drive and being registered to vote. So thanks to Mommy; voting (and being a “lead foot” New York driver) is not an option, no matter what.

Things here in the United States have been extremely tense and violent while blatant racism is at an all time high. It’s a hostile climate that we often talk to our children about; especially as people of color now living in the southern region. As a family of faith, there was a time my husband and I would alternate leading family morning devotionals with the children before they left for school. Now morning prayer has replaced the lengthy diatribe that would often cause us to lose track of time because the conversations were so rich and quite frankly: we like each other.

Fast forward to the current state of our nation and its undeniable affect on religious believers both publicly and privately. These times are pulling on every spiritual deposit that has ever been made into my life as well as in the lives of those in my household. Yet Sundays are still described as one of the most segregated days of the week. It is rare for congregations to be diverse, multi-cultural, and multi-ethnic. Most schools and places of worship tend to reflect one ethnic group, simply based on the demographics of the neighborhood. However the Body of Christ, looks completely different than the local church. There are several who are either not aware of the difference between the local church and the Body of Christ or they have turned a deaf ear and blind eye to what Heaven will look like. 

POST ELECTION PRAISE: This Is Not A Dress Rehearsal

I know that there are many heated debates and discussions about the issues at hand. I also know that at the end of the day God is love but we are not seeing very much of that in this hour. One of the beautiful things about love with pure motives is it’s healing properties. The idea of those with polarizing views being able to have civil, vital dialogue without vicious, hateful racist venom being spewed may seem out of reach to many but not to God…no matter what.

The sad reality is there are many who don’t know how to “do church” outside of the four walls of the church therefore reinforcing great division amongst believers about many matters, including this most recent election. Being kind and respectful to one another in one’s place of worship, on one’s preferred day of worship; does not necessarily translate to extending love to those who may look and think differently. But it should…no matter what.

Where the world may have once looked to the church, both local and universal, for answers; it smirks at its smug toxicity with great disdain. There are also several people who have been greatly damaged, offended or violated by religious entities and so religion and spirituality in and of itself is already a major turn off. It is important for those of us who still believe to remember that this is not a dress rehearsal! From the haughty demeanor of those who are in church 24 hours a day/7 days a week to the embittered hearts of those who are “C.M.E.” attendees (Christmas, Mother’s Day and Easter). From those who attend services out of obligation, though the flame has long diminished; to those on fire for God, abstaining from formal gatherings in traditional settings. This is it. This is real life. The real deal. This is not your cute children’s church play, cloistered bake sales, jazz vesper or annual holiday bazaar. We are daily interacting with and walking by people, who are in real pain. Those who are depressed, scared, suicidal and angry. Dousing the inferno of the prevailing ugliness of racism with racism and religious segregation, as one who claims God as the source of their love, is not love.

I believe very strongly that change must come; and as a lover of diversity and the beautiful mosaic of cultures in God’s creation, I’m sickened by the climate we are raising our children in. It is extremely reminiscent of too many of history’s atrocities to name; that ancestors have fought to eradicate. I know the last days are upon us, there is no doubt in my mind but until our last breaths are drawn, believers must deal with the darkness in their own hearts before ever being fully entrusted with the sacred salve so desperately needed to heal the hearts of others.

Post election praise must first start at home before its oil can soothe the wounds of the walking wounded. This is not a dress rehearsal. It’s an invitation to the real world and to life unscripted. You were built for such a time as this and are needed because its happening nowno matter what.

 

 

Because of Him,

e

 

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Miserable. You look and are undeniably miserable. No rest for the weary and the disinterested. It has become a strain and source of frustration and fatigue. So why do you bother? Word on the street is, “you already know.”

Your friends have listened and your enemies have overheard that you are no longer happy. Constantly warring between the “what if” and the “woulda, shoulda, couldas” in the very core of your soul, you hide your face to save face. When did it become unbearable? Can you remember the shift in the connection? The times the climate waxed from hot to cold in milliseconds. Do you remember what you were like before? Before you were reminded that there was so much more?

You ask for advice and rehearse the story. Some hints as subtle as the releasing of bricks in lieu of the releasing balloons weigh heavily. So heavily. And there is an emptiness. A chasm so deep that there is no recollection of what once filled its place. Ask not another what they think. For you have dulled the hearing of every sounding board. Word on the street my friend is, “you already know.”

 

As do I.

 

Love,
e

 

 

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THE LITTLE GIRL IN ME

Written by Ericka Arthur & Shaquana Gardner 

So here it is… 

The Little Girl In Me

Bright eyes and night cries

Sang the song of my 

Childhood lullabies

Mirrors of beauty and pain

Reflecting the puzzled image 

Of my young heart’s stain

Did they see it in my smile??

Feel it through my style?? 

Did they know the Truth??

The hurt buried inside of

The little girl who sadly,

Lost her youth

Shaquana Gardner @everythingshaquana

Your voice

An alarm, 

A clarion call. 

All take heed. 

For I’ve witnessed her growth 

No longer resembling

abandoned seed.

Cut down

Cut off, 

Cut short and denied. 

She’s fighting for self, past, 

present and future 

in the midst of those 

who laughed as she cried.

Ericka Arthur @authenticiteespeaks



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November 9, 2016
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