No More Excuses

It’s just an excuse that you say

They did it to me, so I did it to you.

Do you remember how it made you feel?

Were you left with such zeal?

Then why would you do it to me?

Why would you repeat history?

I don’t want to hear your lame excuses about you showing me love.

What you did to me caused me to be captive in my own body.

You left me with feelings, of shame, and self doubt. Feelings I couldn’t cry all out.

I couldn’t let anyone in because trust is where it all begins.

I couldn’t trust you or the other men, but would I let hate win?

So I dug really deep and did the work, with God’s help I now see the beautiful beadwork.

Author: Lakisha Tucker

Edited by: Sonya McTillman

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A Letter to my Daughters

Daughter,

You are the Queen of my dreams that defy the

reality of time.

You are always on my mind.

I ask God to incline thine own ear so you could

hear his voice of Cheer.

Live your life to the fullest!

You were born with potential

What you do with it is essential

Essential to you becoming Queen.

Don’t worry when you encounter the mean,

People who seem to want to destroy your

dreams.

But hold your head up high even when you

want to cry.

You may feel low like you’ve taken life’s worse

blow,

And there’s no where to go.

Remember that a seed is planted deep below

ground.

Only to be found by the water and dirt,

Which begun to convert

A seed from it’s shell

That’s waiting to dwell on the other side where

there’s no shell.

So it’s okay to be sad and hurt,

But remember to use pain as dirt that which

will help you grow.

You will know when you have Mr. Right,

Love is about peace not arguments and fights.

If he hits you, you know what to do, pack your

bags and I’ll be waiting for you.

I pray you will one day hear the words that

make you dance and brings such fear.

Oh, that’s it a mommies cheer

Remember there’s no book on how to get it

right.

This is where you will learn to fight

Your battles in prayer.

Take them to the Lord and leave them there.

If ever you become an aunt,

Just simply give them everything they want.

My life has not been the best example to follow,

Because there were times my heart was hollow.

Filled with sorrow,

From the pain of my past

Thank God, that didn’t last.

Lord please allow my daughters to seek You

with their whole heart,

Oh God give them a fresh start.

To die to self daily,

And embrace tomorrow bravely.

There’s nothing like a Mothers Love I love you

forever and always,

Mom

Written by: Lakisha Tucker

Edited by: Sonya McTillman

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Let your LIGHT so SHINE

Lord I’m facing defeat, after defeat, after Defeat. Yet, I try to be strong while I sit at Your Feet.

It seems with each passing day I grow weaker And weaker and weaker.

Lord it seems as if I’m trying to hear You speak 
Speak to me about what stresses me out  and That which makes me worry and doubt. 

Lord I know You are still there because in Your Word, You tell me You still care. 

You remind me of faith and that all I need is in The size of a mustard seed.

No matter how hard I pray and ask You each Day Your WILL is Your WILL 
And it’s You that commands the winds and the Waves to be still.

So now that I’m at peace with Your will and Your way, if it be Your will please answer my Prayer today. 

If You decide that’s it’s still not time, help me go Through this and let my little light shine, shine, Shine
Shine so bright that my pain is my past, and When I’m done with this I will be free at last.

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I Am a Woman, an Extraordinary Woman

I am a woman who was formed extraordinarily you see.

My hopes span the seven seas.

 

I am a woman who has faced adversity

Often times with uncertainty

About the failures of my past

And the dreams of my future.

Would they come together

like a Nurse pulling on a suture?

 

I am a woman who wonders if my dreams,

would fall apart?

Which would require a brand new start.

Maybe that exactly what I need

Because I am a seed that needs to be nourished

In order to flourish.

 

I am a woman who has learned to cry

Realizing the failure of my tries.

I am a woman who has learned to celebrate

others to build them up

Giving them a temporary hookup to help them

succeed and meet their needs.

 

I am a woman formed with Gods extraordinary

hands because he knows the plans he has for

me. Patience will be the key to reach my

destiny.

 

I am a woman formed EXTRAORDINARILY!

 

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Edited by: Sonya McTillman

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Its Worth the Fight

It’s a fight being both black and female.
But some never want to hear the details.
The stories of more struggle less pay
We are often walking around feeling like prey.

The expectation of you is high
That I won’t deny.
You hear them say you’ve gotta go to school
It’s a nesessary tool.
For you to get ahead
Of this race that we’ve lead. 

Congratulations, you have your education
But for some it’s just another level of frustration.
Only to find that you’ve interviewed well
But they seemed to have forgotten one detail.

The detail that makes you wanna yell.
When your find out how much others make
You think this could be a simple mistake.

You address your superior, only to be given a short story of why your value is but??? the same
But wait we are playing the very same game.

They tell you don’t push too much
You boss won’t have such, 
A display of courage and strength
Only for you to see your dreams at arm’s 
length.

Will you be like a raisin in the sun?
For me the fight’s just begun.
I wanna teach my girls how to run this race
With style and grace.

It’s Worth the Fight.

 

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What’s in my Roots?

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What’s in my roots?
Are the fruits of
My ancestors labors, 
Their pains and gains. 

It took brains to break the chains
That held us down, and caused such a frown
They kept us bound, where we forgot our own background. 

We were estranged from our families
Losing the capacity of our humanity
To feel the grief and agony of the sorrow
That left our hearts to borrow 
the themes of our past
Free at last!

The resting sun and the pull of the rising moon
I am as resilient as a stormy tide
That’s why you can’t break my stride.

When you want to really know what’s in my roots?
You must know I’m full of absolutes.  

I am like a tree planted by the water like a seed in a mother’s womb
Ready to assume 
The strength, 
The courage, 
The hope 
I am the fulfillment  of my ancestors dreams!

Written by: Lakisha Tucker

Edited by: Sonya McTillman

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Black is Beautiful!!


To those who say black isn’t beautiful,

It clearly was a lie.

I wonder if that’s why they want to deny

us the simple things, like looking at the sky.

 

They kept us locked in the bottom of a ship,

Where we were chained and bound standing or

laying hip to hip.

They thought that we could be broken

By ripping our families apart,

They thought they were smart.

Following the letter of how to keep us at war

We started to keep our very own score. 

We’ve judged each other in more ways than one,

Looking at each other’s wide nose, keen lips

And different hues of  skin,

That may really be where our problem began. 

 

We’ve become inventors, built on adversity’s

back.  

Being black there was no room to slack. 

We worked from sun up to sundown with no

break. 

What was there to contemplate?

 

Our melanin can be quite unsettling. 

But you can’t deny, that our broken pieces have

been crafted together like a mosaic butterfly. 

 

One may ask how can you be so happy after all

you’ve been through?

We thought what we did would have killed

you. 

 

Everything you ever told us was a lie,

And nothing you said will ever apply

To the joy I feel down in my soul.

We took each word and used it as coal.

To make us the polished diamonds you see

today.

We been pressed down, but our prayers were

raised up.

I can see them rising like beautiful buttercups.  

 

For for those who still say our black isn’t

beautiful,

It’s simple our melanin is genuine.

We won’t stop rising,

We won’t stop shining,

We won’t stop grinding.

We won’t stop deciding to be

The Kings and Queens we were born to be

 

Sunrise

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The Sunrise is the morning kiss upon my brow

It’s like God gentle reminder of how.

How he will provide for me even when I cannot see.

The day to day journey he’s working in me.

 

What I feel when the sun hits my face

makes me feel like I’m dancing with his grace.

I smile, I giggle and get butterflies inside.

he makes me feel just like his Bride.

 

The Sunrise takes me by surprise, day by day.

I often stop and say Good Morning to the Son that gave his life

Oh what a Great Sacrifice.

 

 

So for the Sun that rises every day

Thank you for the reminder as I go about my day

That no matter what comes about that your majesty has the last say.

 

My life is in his hands when the world lands

the hardest blow that knocks you to your knees.

You are thinking not again Please, Please, Please.

The wind has been taken out of your sail

even a kite with no wind must fail.

 

With the gentle reminder that his plan can’t be derailed.

We take a deep breath and try to  inhale.

When we remove the veil of shame, doubt, and gloom

our vision resumes.

 

Thank you Sunshine for the reminder that we are like seeds, buried in dirt, watered with our tears.

With each sunrise you wipe away our fears.

Each Sunbeam is highlighted  in strength, courage, determination and much more

The Sunrise give me reason to SOAR!

 

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FATHER

F fighting

A against stereotypes

T the

H hurt

E emptiness and

R rejection

Of not having an active father.

Father was what’s listed on the birth certificate…It didn’t necessarily mean that person would be a great or even good dad.

I can imagine that I’m not the only one that lived in the same city with, but rarely saw, their my father.

I have no memories of him ever coming to a game, a church event, or recital.

I was so immune to the hurt that I stopped expecting to see him in hopes of decreasing my disappointments.

Parents are thought to be the ones who protect, nuture, and love you. What happens to us when we don’t receive those things early in life? Are we destined for failure or does it make us more resilient? Does it make us bitter or better? Does it make our adult relationships more difficult because we never had examples? Or, do you have to have examples to be able to not just survive but to thrive?

As a child that was raised by a single mother with a village I often wondered what makes the difference between those who THRIVE and those that succumbed to life’s raw hand.

What are your thoughts and or experiences about having a father or not?

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We are not Superwomen, just Mom’s

Does it look like we have an S on our chests?

Oooohhh as a mother there’s so much stress.

But all we want to do is give them our best.

We want to teach them how to maneuver the test Of time.

Ohh God at least help them avoid mine.

We want to at least teach them the guidelines,

Guidelines of do’s

And the guidelines of dont’s.

There’s no Superwoman here

Just a mom that lets out loud cheers…

At football games, track meets, and performances.

To remind you to let go of the fear.

That wanted to steer you in a different direction.

It’s our job to do the protecting.

See we love you so much there have been times When we felt like a mama bear letting out a loud Roar.

But even with all that being said there’s nothing We dread.

We’ll take being your mother anyday verses Wearing a S on our chests. We’re not superhero’s.

We just did our best!

What are your superhero moments as a mom?

Juggling three children I almost felt like inspector gadget. 😇

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The Faith to believe!

Sun, I know what they say… Once a Marine always a Marine….

You ARE the few, the proud, the Marines.

You defied the Odds,

THAT was only due to God.

Thirteen weeks in Parris Island, where little did you know they Were creating DIAMOMDS.

You left a recruit and returned a Marine.

In four years your achieved your dream.

You are in the prime of your time and I can’t wait to see how far you climb.

Little did I know that when God blessed me with you, that you Would be my breakthrough.

You are our HERO!

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It is my prayer that God would see fit that you would never quit fulfilling your dreams.

For they are like the morning sun,

To each a new day has begun.

Sun write your visions and make them plain. And when Disappointment tries to meet you in the fast lane,

Maintain your strength, dignity and pride and remember God is On your side.

You are the wind beneath our wings!!!

We love love you!

Written by: Lakisha Tucker

Edited by: Sonya McTillman

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Mother to Sun

This should be fun,

Since you were my first born.

Born to a woman so young and naïve,

You were my everything.

I just wanted to cleve as close and tight to you as possible.

You were phenomenal!

Life presented me with many bumps and blows.

Lord, nobody knows the nights in which I thought I had lost the Fight.

It was dark and cold in my black soul.

Thank God I could hear the drum roll and I could march to my Savior’s beat.

You are my Sunshine!

With you, I’m always on cloud nine.

A word of advice as you go about this life,

When it presents you with strife,

It will get tough

And it will take everything you have to be enough

Remember not to be too hard on yourself,

Or anyone else.

You’ve always been a beam of light,

So not matter what the plight,

always try to get it right.

Your smile is like a warm Sumner day and

Your laugh It’s contagious in every way.

So never stray from the man you are created to be

Or fall by to the way side like debris.

I declare and decree that you will be what God created you to be.

And I will be like a tree planed by the waters

I shall not be moved.

What are some thoughts you would share with your son/daughter? I would to hear some of them.

Written by: Lakisha Tucker

Edited by: Sonya McTillman

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I’m a Mother Too

I’m a Mother Too!

God it’s hard when you call our children home,

To be with you and not with us.

It’s so hard not to fuss.

I could start with all the things I never,

But that wouldn’t make it any better.

It’s hard to let go of the feelings of

What did I do wrong or why did this happen to me?

My eyes filled with tears like a sea.

God I didn’t understand why….

Why would you want my baby to die?

It’s so hard saying bye-bye

We walked behind the preacher as he gave the last words

Ashes to ashes dust to dust.

I felt like me soul was being crushed.

My sweet baby is with the father now,

And somehow I have to figure out how?????

How to get past the PAIN

Without feeling

INSANE

Past the HURT

Without having a painful concert,

Blasting people because I feel like dirt.

How to start over with my angel watching over me

Because I was suppose to watch over you.

The Sovereign God knows best

He knew this would be one of my greatest tests.

So for ever mother that’s had to bury a child

Your thoughts have run wild

And your mind is in exile

Shutting off the world will not bring back your pearl.

It’s time to hurl that pain to a place

And leave it there, take your burdens to the Lord

And LEAVE them THERE..

Written by: Lakisha Tucker

Edited by: Sonya McTillman

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The Position….. Of Mom

Being a mother is a position like no other You run from sun up to sun down Carrying your little ones all around town.

You rise, you shine, you pray to make sure your Family is safe during the day. You keep going Even when you’re tired. Because you’ve been Inspired

By the love they give and how easily they Forgive. You know you’ve been wrong. You Sung the same ole song all day long. You didn’t do this, you didn’t do that. You even repeat the words…. I want you to be better than me, oh why can’t They see?

Either way they weathered the barrage. Of put downs, and put ups which were only Meant to Inspire. All I ever wanted to do was to Push them higher.

You gave more than you ever had, To push them further than you’ve ever gone You really just wanted to be the one They could lean on. So being a mother is not always the P. O. S. I. T. I. O. N

Where you get a lot of recognition. Just being there to love and share when it’s Needed. But be careful not to exceed the love They need for then we impede the desires of Their dreams it makes it hard for them to Succeed.

Written by: Lakisha Tucker

Edited by: Sonya McTillman

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Did I Give You Permission To Make Me Cry?

Written by: Lakisha Tucker

Editor: Sonya McTillman

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Did I give you permission to make me cry?

I’m left asking myself, why?

Why do you think it’s ok to groom me to be a bride of gloom?

I have no control over what you say or do, it’s only for you.

I just want to be a child, one that likes to play and run around wild.

Wild Child

To feel the breeze, as it blows from the trees

And run around scraping my knees.

Or maybe I could make a wish that we didn’t get in trouble for Playing with the crawfish.

Better yet we loved to play in the lake and give Granny a Headache. She would yell and scream “stay out of that stream!”

Granny, didn’t like us in the stream. We would try anything not to hear her scream. We even tried to stay gone long enough so the fussing want too tough and our shoes would dry. But it never worked, her face would have a smirk. She knew we were guilty as charged.

But now I’m wondering if you would do it today, or if I would be Able to play with my friend that calls from outside?

Or if I would need to wash in peroxide to get the filthy feeling of You off me?

I just really want to be a kid you see.

I didn’t give you permission to make me cry but now I Understand why God spared my life even with all the strife.

There were nights that the enemy played with my mind. The Thoughts he sent were not kind.

I thought about taking my life, because it didn’t have a valued Price.

Thank God my help was a phone call away, God really sent an Angel that day.

Now I know why the devil wanted to kill me. He could see what God had in store for me.

Devil what you sent to kill me only made me stronger.

They say the race is not given to the swift nor to the strong, but To he that endureth until the end.

You made me cry, but in the END, I WIN!

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Written by: Lakisha Tucker

Edited by: Sonya McTillman

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Beauty for Ashes

Written by: Lakisha L. Tucker

Edited by: Sonya Mctillman

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Oh no not again
Isn’t this a sin?
I can hear him coming
I wonder will I ever win?

I wish I had the courage to say stop
But instead I freeze, and my heart drops.
All the time in my mind I’m screaming
Leave me alone!
As he moans and groans.

It’s finally over,
I feel like such a pushover.
Why couldn’t I open my mouth
Or be as strong as a mammoth?
The next time, I will be ready
And before he gets all sweaty
I will have the courage to say
Stop…. My body doesn’t belong to you
I’m just a little girl.

When I hurl those words into his face
He will leave my room like a horse in a race.
I finally did it, I got courage with Gods grace.

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Give it to JESUS

Sadly I feel I can never erase,
The feelings of shame and guilt,
That have me bound to the past
Built on pain

I finally realized I was not to blame!
God has shown me that there will be purpose for my pain.
He will give me BEAUTY for ASHES.

 

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If Abuse Didn’t Exist..

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What if abuse didn’t exist?
Then there would be no risk
Of being hurt or raped
There would be no words that could come across
Like a scrape

If abuse didn’t exist?
Then maybe as a mom I wouldn’t have a checklist.
A checklist that asks specific questions
During our quick phone sessions.

Questions like are you safe?
And ending with our secret password.
When it’s heard
I know to be like a fast flying bird

If abuse didn’t exist?
Our families may still be together
Our parents may have been able to weather the storms
Of the typical norms.

If abuse didn’t exist?
Maybe there would be no depression
Or aggression where people say mean words and fight
Despite the fact that kids are in their sight.
Maybe I’ll grow up and be my parents successor.
Then they would see how they’ve impacted me
I wonder if they would see things differently?

If I could make a wish
It would be that abuse didn’t exist.
Our generational curses wouldn’t seem like
Us verses them
But maybe that’s what made us reach for the Hem of HIS garment
Darkness was around you
And you were looking for your breakthrough?

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Written by: Lakisha Tucker

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