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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SELF SEEN



I saw your love

On the horizon 

Cautious as it

Headed my way

Soaring on wings

Once broken

Hovering whole

Empowering our 

Buried treasure laid

Bringing with you

A mirror and a mic

Reflecting my 

Self love anew

Unashamed thus 

Telling the world 

My restored 

Fragmented pieces

Were just the beginning

Of my completing you
 

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My ode to @disorderly.ramblings’ Self Love Challenge

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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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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Thinking, well for me anyway leads to overthinking. “Overthinking bad” (in my best cave man voice). I made it my business to make my rounds here on WordPress; visiting as many familiar faces as I could to let them know I am still among the land of the living. One blog I had to check out was 10000hoursleft and I ate well. After reading one of her pieces I left a brief comment and she responded:

“Thanks e! So nice to hear from you. I appreciate you taking the time to read and give your much appreciated feedback. Do you have a regular writing habit or quota? I’ve not seen any posts from you lately- has Instagram stolen your heart? Hope you’re well xx”

She inspired, challenged and bear hugged me all in one swooping gesture; and it was needed. I let her know how bananas my schedule has been and that http://www.authenticiteespeaks.com was home for me. But why? Why was I avoiding home. It’s funny. Its not my first time “running away from home”. I remember right around the time my grandfather died earlier this year and life kept happening; I had just returned from an unofficial hiatus. In my piece So I Said Nothing, I now realize I had fumbled through this subject matter of my being MIA before. Certainly I couldn’t be the only one, avoiding home.

I’m gonna leave it right there for now. Time constraints bathed in an air of mystery (humbly) sounds like an undeniable writer personified to me…

Miss you all. Welcome new faces. Talk to me. Introduce yourself or let me know how you’ve been.

 

Waiting,

 

e

 

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#SUICIDEAWARENESSMONTH

I think one of the toughest things I had to adjust to when being trained as a volunteer Suicide & Crisis Counselor was asking TOUGH (& TOUCHY) questions. 

I felt it was intrusive & quite frankly impolite to be that detailed in my line of questioning when someone reached out for help. Everyone who is sad, depressed, in crisis or even self harm (cutting), ARE NOT suicidal. 

I thought asking if they were suicidal or had a plan would be offensive or “put the thought in their mind”. I learned very quickly that there are stages of progression and IF a person has a plan, access to fulfill the plan or has attempted before; asking the tough questions can make ALL the difference. 

Will you #BeThe1To?

 

If you or a loved one are suicidal or in crisis, PLEASE know that you matter and are not alone! If you need someone to talk to, don’t be afraid to reach out to the resources below!
The National Suicide Hotline 

800-273-TALK (Veterans Press 1)
The Trevor Project (LGBT Community) 866-488-7386
Trans Lifeline (Transgendered Community) 877-565-8860
Crisis Text: Text HOTLINE to 741741
Honored to raise awareness…💛e
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Did you know you could see to infinity and beyond when standing in that torch Lady Liberty is holding? Climbing those stairs during my Junior High class trip made us feel invincible. Oh and then there were the countless times I would go to see Mommy at work in the Twin Towers (era-late 80’s). She worked on the 100 something floor and so I would have to take an express elevator that would take you straight to floor 100 or so and then get on a local elevator just to get to her job. 

I remember sitting on the The Promenade in Brooklyn Heights staring at the Brooklyn Bridge and falling in love again and again with the skyline of the only city I’d ever known as home. 

Born and reared in Brooklyn, New York; I choose to remember life pre-tragedy at this moment.

I will never forget where I was when the catastrophic & satanically energized tragedy hit and changed ALL of our lives forever. 

I pray always….not only for those who lost loved ones, and for the families of courageous coworkers & first responders, but I pray for those who can never unsee what they saw. I pray for those who live with survivors remorse, PTSD, nightmares, and fear. 

Healing to those who remain, blessings & honor to the memories of those who left us too soon. 

9.11.16

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Remember YOU MATTER!

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CULTURES

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s so much beauty in diversity; in learning about and appreciating different cultures. I am captivated by the mosaic of all faces, languages and nations. However as an African American woman living in the States, there are times others send hidden signals that I need to stick with my own kind. I wasn’t raised that way. I have a problem with that. And though I have no one in my immediate circle that ignorant or narrow minded; I notice the larger my sphere of influence gets; the more I am expected to choose. Yeah, not the kid. Culture…I love it all.

If you’re not new to Authenticitee Speaks, you know I’m a native New Yorker; born and raised in Brooklyn all my life. In one of my earlier blogs, Barbra, Bob and Black Gospel, I poured my heart out about loving all genres of music. Everything from fellow Brooklyn native, Barbra Streisand to Reggae superstar, Bob Marley. Even at my all African American junior high school in the hood, I was taught Broadway show tunes. It was rough there. Loved the school, really loved the people; but hated the violence that would jump off at times. It was there that I first learned to despise Halloween with an intense passion. The neighborhood “welcome committee” wouldn’t just throw eggs at us; at times the eggs were boiled and the tomatoes that flew across scurrying crowds would have straight pins in them.

Fast forward to my culturally diverse and academically challenging high school. It was there that in addition to Spanish; I was required to take two years of Classical Latin for the Humanities program I was in. I however being an overachiever, took three years of Classical Latin. Well, that’s my way of explaining the second year being…let’s just say, less than stellar. Ah..talk about diversity! It was so well mixed. I loved it there. Hands down, a true representation of Brooklyn NY. Hands down, still one of the best memories of my childhood. Culture…I love it all.

Though the high school itself was a safe haven, violence still found its way around the school. During the winter break of our freshman year in college all of my friends met at the McDonald’s a few blocks away. We were meeting to catch up on old times before going to the Winter Concert at the alma mater we loved so much. At the last minute I was unable to meet them early and decided to go directly to the school. One of my closest classmates never made it to the concert. Tondelayo Nikita Alfredwho shared a limo with me on prom night, was murdered when some (insert explicative here) thought it was a good idea to spray a hail of bullets into a crowded McDonald’s. Two strays hit her chest ending her life yet my life I assure you, has never been the same.

In a day and age of disgusting, and in my opinion, satanically energized racism; its disheartening to see division everywhere. I am a woman who loves my heritage and culture as a proud African American. I adore my people and our varied shades, styles and hues. But I love and appreciate all cultures. I love learning about other points of view. I can’t stand being limited and I feel racism does just that. It divides and limits. You know, if you allow that to permeate your world, its a dangerous disservice to yourself and others. Its amazing to me how many feel that I should only love my own. Its a concept as a woman of faith, that I refuse to embrace.

You know whats funny (not funny)? My African American husband and I have two children together who look different from each other at first glance. My beautiful daughter is fair skin with hazel eyes and when she was younger, I was sorely offended when referred to as her nanny by strangers on several occasions. Two years later I gave birth to a handsome son with dark brown skin and people had comments about that from afar. Chosen by God to raise children in this wicked hour of nearsightedness, we are not in denial. We know that the pervasiveness of evil and the exposure to and of it is prevailing; however so is the love of people like myself. Culture…here’s to those of us who love it all.

 

e

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Soooo glad you’re here! Welcome new faces! There’s soooo many of you! Don’t be shy! Take a moment to introduce yourself and ask any questions you may have!

 
Much Love!

e

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