February 28, 2011

"I Am"

This one was kind of hard to write, but sometimes, you just have to say the words. It's been brewing for a long time now. The older I get, the more I have this need to really, truly understand who and what I am. For a long time, I didn't have a clue who I was, or why I felt the things I felt. I know now. It's not all pretty, but it's not without hope. I refuse to live a life withouth hope :-)



"I Am"

The question of who I am
is what keeps me awake
I’m a woman on a journey
but I walk with a limp
one foot firmly planted on a new path
the other wanders through my past
I’m no longer who I used to be
nor am I who I am to be
I am alive
but not in the truest sense of the word
through silent tears
I have survived my childhood horrors
I did not know losing my dreams
would be the price of surviving my childhood
I am angry
I am a wife with no husband
I am a mother with no child
I am a lover with no one to love
I am fierce and fearful
I am strong and subdued
tenacious yet timid
and cautiously confident
I am a giver who won’t receive
I have a vision
but I’m never sure of what I’m seeing
I am a dreamer surrounded by empty vessels
a writer who stifles her words
a romantic with no romance
I am loyal
generous and giving
I am talented
humble and proud
I am God-fearing
yet sometimes without faith
I am witty
and dare I say a bit charming
I believe in love and hope
even when they are nowhere to be seen
I am pure gold
even when voices from my past say otherwise
what I have settled for is now evident
and not even close to being enough
I am beautiful
if only in my eyes alone
I am a jumble of emotions
I say I am faithless
but how can that be true
a dream does not survive without faith
one day when I’ve walked through this fire
I will graciously accept beauty for my ashes
like you
I am a lot of things
a complex wonder of walking contradictions
I am a mess
and a masterpiece
a child of God
on a path with steps unseen
I am a butterfly
changing colors right before your eyes
the moment you turn your gaze
I will fly
and my beauty will be seen by all

© Antoinette Davis
   February 28, 2011

January 30, 2011

"God, please let me die"

Now that I have your attention, know that this is not a suicide note, nor a cry for help. It is, instead, a peek into my spiritual journey, and the power of God. Walk with me for a while.

Anybody who knows me, or reads my blog, knows that my mom passed away 4 years ago. She died in the 12th month, on the 12th day, in the 12th hour in December of 2006. When I lost her, I lost a piece of my heart, and a good chunk of my faith. Everything I believed in was put to the test, and I assure you that I failed some of those tests.

I understand that my mom couldn’t stay here and have any quality of life, so I was ready to let her go. Multiple surgeries, illness, and living on machines is something she told us she never wanted. I was ok with that, but one of the things that ate at me was not knowing if she left this earth in peace. People always say that when this life is over, you are at peace, and walking the paved streets of gold.

I didn’t know if I believed that anymore. I wasn’t even sure that I believed in God or His mercy anymore. About 3 years after her death, I started praying that God would let me die for a minute. Just 1 minute of heaven is all I wanted. I prayed to feel and experience the peace that I have always heard about. I needed to feel what she felt when she left us. Even if it was bad, I needed to know. I prayed that it was good, but I had resigned myself to the possibility that I may not get the result that I wanted.

For about a year I prayed this prayer. To pray for death should give you an idea of how badly I needed my answer. It sounds so crazy to ask God to let you die, right? I thought that I had peace about her death, but in reality, I did not. After praying for a year, I was pretty certain that God was not going to answer this prayer. It hurt my heart to think that God would watch me suffer and not step in to ease my pain. Fast forward to December 12, 2010 – the 4th anniversary of her death. I had a dream. I’m going to call it a dream, but honestly, I’m not sure that I was dreaming.

I was out in the middle of this abandoned field. It was nighttime, so it was pitch black except for the moon. There was this bridge in the background on the left, but it was unfinished. The bridge was the only tangible thing there. There were no people, or anything other than the bridge. There was also no sound, and it felt very desolate and lonely. I decided to lay down for some reason, and found a spot on the ground. I was looking up at the sky, and the clouds kind of parted. These little white birds showed up from nowhere. They appeared to be small doves. I saw them and just kind of marveled at them. They flew off to the left, and then this big black bird appeared. I saw it, and immediately knew it was the angel of death. At least, that was the feeling I had. This bird stopped to look at me, and I was scared. Then the bird started quickly swooping down towards me. But as it got close to me, it morphed into this big, huge, beautiful dove. I mean it was huge! It just grew and grew until it almost eclipsed the moon. I remember seeing the silhouette of the dove against the moon. All I could see was the dove and white light everywhere. I took it that this giant dove was God. Then the bird looked down at me, and I knew it was time to go. I hesitated a few seconds, then I said ok, take me up God. I lifted my right hand up, and I could feel my spirit leaving my body. I felt total ease at letting God take my hand. I wasn't scared at all. I just remember feeling like I was part of something that was loving and peaceful, and easy. After a while of this love and peace, I told God that I was ready to go back to my body, but I didn't go back immediately. I didn't get scared until I thought I might not be allowed to come back. I don’t know how long this went on because it didn’t seem like it happened in a time I could pinpoint – like saying it was a minute, or a few seconds. I do wish I had stayed longer. For some reason, I feel like I missed something.

Ok, whew! Even thinking about it now brings all kinds of emotions to the surface. I’m trying to reign in my feelings now so I don’t come across as a rambling mental patient! Silence, peanut gallery! This experience/dream was one of the most profound and real things to happen in my life. This was as real as love, hate, and any other intangible emotion you can think of. I was allowed to feel something I find hard to put into words. To say that I felt peace, love, and contentment does no justice to the love that filled my spirit. There are no words powerful enough to convey the way I felt. Lots of things God does are hard to put into words. I want people to understand how I felt, but all of these words seem so cheap. How do I describe something I’ve never felt before? How do I tell you how I felt when I know in my heart that the love I experienced is not of this world? There’s our definition of love, and there’s Gods love. Two totally different entities.

After I woke up, or was sent back to my body, a scripture fell so hard on my heart – to be absent from your body is to be present with The Lord. These words hit my spirit, and I’m telling you the tears fell, and fell, and fell. Truth, beauty, and revelations to my spirit brings tears of joy for me. After I was able to speak, about 30 minutes later, I called my sister from another mother. The second she heard my voice she asked if I was ok. Through my tears, I told her what happened. She didn’t think I was crazy (thanks sis!), and neither do I.

I learned that God listens to me, and even answers my prayers when HE gets ready to. Even though I had been asking for resolution for a year, He waited until the time was right. Could there have been a better time than on the anniversary of my moms’ death? I now know that life is hard, and death is so easy. When God took my hand, I took no troubles from this place with me. Fear was a thing of the past, and in an instant, this world no longer existed for me. It was me, God, and peace. Nothing else.

To this day, I don’t know if this experience was a dream, or if I left here for a while. At this point, it doesn’t matter to me. It was an answer to my prayer, and it served its purpose. I know how my mom left this earth, and that’s enough for me. I will miss her always, and there will still be the occasional tears. But I know that I will never grieve her death in the same way ever again. How can I be broken when I know that her beautiful spirit walks in indescribable peace? How can I want her here when there’s nothing here that compares to the love that she has now?

The only other thing in that dream/experience was the unfinished bridge. I can only imagine that the bridge represents something that still needs to be done here. I’m guessing that I have things to do here. God knows that I’m nowhere near ready to leave this earth. But I know that when I do, I’ll be holding Gods hand, and I’ll leave any and all worries behind me.

So it came to be that on the anniversary of my moms’ death, I received the blessing of a lifetime, and I was set free. My prayer was answered, and I have the peace that surpasses all understanding. Isn’t God awesome? I’m out.

© Antoinette Davis, January 29, 2011

September 8, 2010

"Ray of Hope"

I wrote this story intending to enter it into a contest. The contest was scrapped (gggrrrr!!!), but I like the story anyway. Hope you enjoy it.

“Ray of Hope”

Shauna's day started out the same as any other. Or so she thought. How could she know that this day would define the rest of her days?

She rose promptly at 5:30 each morning to a list of daily demands. Cooking breakfast, packing lunches, fussing children, and her persnickety husband, Marvin. Just the sight of him sent her eyes rolling to the ceiling.

"Look at him. Smug bastard", Shauna thought to herself.

She was way beyond being his doormat, but you'd never know it. Her picture-perfect smile was always in place. Though her heart broke a little each day, she wore a mask of happiness.

Looking around her 3-story home, something seemed different to her. She took inventory of her pristine surroundings. Nothing was out of place, but something was wrong. Sitting quietly, it finally dawned on Shauna. It was a long time coming, but she realized that she was different. Married nearly 20 years, she was no longer a young woman with her head in the clouds. She was now in her 40s, and the price she paid for the quest of perfect wife and mother was more than evident. What she wanted didn’t matter anymore. The dancer she used to be was gone. Any other dreams she had evaporated the day she said "I do". Carefree days lunching and laughing with her girlfriends were nowhere to be seen. Truth be told, Marvin was jealous of time spent with anyone but him. He was more than happy to have Shauna under this thumb.

Shauna had all the trappings, but she was trapped. She had no money to speak of, and dropped out of college when Marvin caught her eye. She knew for years that Marvin irked her last nerve, but this had nothing to do with him. Plain and simple, she was unhappy. She filled her days with mindless shopping, if she could get any money out of Marvin. He was a fire-breathing dragon when it came to giving Shauna money. She knew she’d have to lower herself to get it, but decided the trade-off was worth the humiliation.

Her stomach knotted up at the thought of what was about to happen. Marvin’s secretary announced her. Cautiously, she walked in and sat down.

“Why are you here? You know I’m busy, Shauna.”
“I…need money.”
“Why? You have everything you need.”
“I want a few things.”
“What things?”
“Bras, panties, and maybe a blouse or two.”
“Mm hmm. You came all the way down here for that, Shauna?”
“You know I don’t have any money, Marvin. Why do you always make me beg?”
“Because it’s my money, that’s why. You didn’t do a damn thing to earn this money. Any time you want what belongs to me, you have to ask for it.”
“You wouldn’t have the money if it wasn’t for me. Who worked two jobs to help you get your degrees? I did!”
“Don’t piss me off, Shauna. You think I won’t kick yo ass because we in public? Get the hell out my office. Don’t come back down here. And to answer your original question- hell naw you can’t have no money!”
“Marvin…”
“Bye, Shauna.”

She picked up her purse and quickly left Marvin’s office. Once again, her husband had hurt her feelings. She’d cried so many times that her heart was mostly hardened to his hateful ways. Nothing ever kinked her armor until today. Once in her car, Shauna made a frantic phone call.

“Daddy, this is Shauna.”
“I know the sound of my baby girl’s voice. What’s wrong?”
“Just a little tired. Daddy, will you pick the kids up from school for me?”
“That’s no problem.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I’ll get them tomorrow.”
“Why don’t I keep them until Sunday? I’ll even drop them off for you.
“You’re a life saver, Daddy!”
“You sure you’re ok, honey? Do I need to get my gun?"
"No, Daddy. I just need some rest. I’ll see you Sunday."

Shauna hung up the phone feeling relieved. Marvin kept an emergency credit card in his desk drawer at home. She’d deal with the consequences later, but today, the card belonged to her. She had no idea where she was going, but she was going. She threw some clothes in a bag, and she was in the wind.

Although Shauna wanted to leave town, something pulled her in another direction. She drove about 30 miles, and happened on a secluded bed and breakfast inn. She was just far enough from home that she felt like she was escaping. After checking in, she took a walk around the grounds. A beautiful fountain with cascading waters seemed to be calling her name. Shauna took a seat on the edge of the fountain, and began to pray. Desperate prayers. First on the list, she wanted out of her marriage. She'd wavered on this subject before, but no longer. She prayed for the safety of herself and of her children. She’d need money, a place to live, and a job. Her needs seemed impossible, but she prayed anyway.

A catnap by the fountain would've been heaven, but Shauna noticed a man lurking nearby. He was an old man of about 80 years. His skin, dark. His hair, totally gray. His eyes shined as bright as any light she'd ever seen. He probably didn't pose a threat, so Shauna remained seated. All smiles, he took the seat right next to hers. The old man looked shabby. Possibly even homeless.

"Sir, if you came to ask for money, I don't have any."
"A man never takes money from a lady. Besides, I don't need money."
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that you look...I thought..."
"I know how I look, Ma'am."
There was silence as the man did his best to straighten his old clothes.
"Do you need help, sir?"
"Actually, I'm here for you, dear."
"Here for me? You don't even know me."
"Ahhh, that's where you're wrong. I know all about you, Miss Shauna."
"Please don't hurt me! I have children that need me!”
He wanted to laugh, but instead, reassured Shauna, and led her back to her seat.
"You're sure my husband didn't send you?"
"Like I said, I'm here for you."
"What do you want from me?"
"I don’t want anything from you.”
"Then why are you here? How did you know I'd be here?
"I've been watching you for awhile, Shauna."
"Are you stalking me?"
"Not stalking. Just watching. I've been worried about you."
"Who are you?"
"Ray."
"Ray, who"
"Just Ray."
"Alright, just Ray. What do you want? I'm not asking you again."
"Still have a temper, I see."
Shauna shot a dirty look in his direction, prompting an answer.

"I live on your street. Seven doors down on your right. I’ve seen you rushing to get your family out of the house every morning. I've also seen you on the front porch with your head hung low. I know all kinds of things about you."

"Like what?"
"I know your you lived in New York before you moved here."
"So. You could have gotten that information on-line."
"I know that your nickname is Antsy Nancy, because you're afraid of your own shadow."
"How could you possibly know that? My mother was the only person who called me that, and she's dead."
"I know. You should stop blaming yourself for her death. It was an accident, Shauna. There was nothing you could've done. I also know that your husband took a swing at you last month. But you ducked. I know of your dreams to be a dancer. Should I go on?”
"Who told you those things?"
"Everything will be revealed in due time."

Shauna scrutinized every move he made, and dissected each word he’d spoken. She didn't know what to make of Ray, but he had her full attention.
"I know you're scared, Shauna. You don't know me, but I know you. Not only are you in a bad marriage, but your life is in danger."
"Excuse me?"
"Your husband’s not who you think he is.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s wicked.”
“He’s not that bad.”
“He wants you dead.”
"Marvin wouldn't do anything like that to me!"
"Then why did you ask me if your husband sent me to hurt you?
What could she say?
Go home, Shauna.”
"Are you serious?! Why would I go home if I was in danger?"
"I know it sounds crazy, but you have to trust me. Go home. But whatever you do, don't answer your door, or any of your phones. Marvin will say he's going on a business trip for the weekend, but don’t believe him. The second he clears your street, you leave out right behind him. And don’t come back until Sunday night. Don't tell nobody where you're going! There will be money in your mailbox. Don’t use any credit cards. Get as far away as the money will take you. Check into a hotel with a phony name. When you get home Sunday night, the spit should be hitting the fan. Do exactly what I've said, and I promise you'll be safe."
"How did you find out about this?"
“In due time, Shauna. You don't have time to waste. Marvin will be home at his regular time. Go home."

In her gut, Shauna felt that Ray might’ve been telling the truth, but still prayed for signs that trusting him was the right thing to do. She arrived home to find Marvin sitting on the couch, angry as usual.

"Where da hell you been, Shauna?"
"I just ran to the store."
"Hurry up and fix my dinner before I really get mad."
She threw together a quick meal of left-overs, and sat down to eat with Marvin. He always looked across the table with disgust. Tonight was no different. They ate in complete silence. She was scared to talk to him, so she welcomed the quiet.
"Shauna, go upstairs and pack me a bag. I'm going out of town on business this weekend. I should be back some time Sunday."
Ray’s warning rang in her ears. She ran upstairs and quickly began packing his bag. She was just about done when the phone rang. There was no way in hell she was answering the phone, even with Marvin yelling for her to pick it up. Shauna rushed downstairs with his bag, and escorted him to the door.
"Why you rushin' me out the house?"
"No rush. I know you hate to be late. That's all."
Marvin glared in her face, and left her standing at the door. Shauna watched him until she could no longer see his car. This was her chance to get away. She was halfway down the street before remembering there was supposed to be money in her mailbox. She rushed back to find $500 waiting for her. How could she not believe Ray now? She was more scared than ever.

She found an out-of-the-way hotel about 200 miles away. All weekend, she checked the locks on the windows and the door over and over. She managed to grab an hour or so of sleep here and there. She wanted to call her family, but remembered what Ray said. She knew things had gotten bad between her and Marvin, but she couldn't bring herself to believe he'd ever want her dead. That was a pain she wouldn't allow herself to feel. She didn't have the luxury of wallowing in her emotions.

Sunday came all too soon. Shauna drove slow, pulling over many times to whisper a prayer.
"What if Ray is setting me up? What if he's wrong, Lord? What would I do?"
She prayed for God's protection before heading home. She could only rely on her little bit of faith, and hope that Ray was truly there to help her.

"Be with me, Lord" was the last prayer she sent up as she pulled onto her street. Everything seemed pretty calm. Very much unlike what Ray had promised. Shauna was devastated.
"Did Ray lie to me? Why would he go out of his way like that and then lie? I don't understand, God."

She knew her kids would be home soon. What else could she do except go home? Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw when she rounded the corner. All hell had broken loose. There were police everywhere. All of her neighbors gathered around her house, the apparent scene of the crime. Shauna hurried to park her car, and ran to her front door, where she was stopped by an officer.

"Are you Mrs. Johnson?"
Yes I am."
"Ma'am, will you come with me?"
"Am I in trouble?"
"No But I do need to talk to you."
He took Shauna to his car, and proceeded to tell her of Marvin's plan.

"Mrs. Johnson, I’m Officer Gaines. I know this is hard to hear, but your husband hired someone to kill you. We received an anonymous message from a gentleman who had very specific details of the plot. We tried to call you, but we couldn't reach you. When we arrived to check on you, we caught a man breaking into your house. He had 2 guns, a map of your house, and he even had your cell phone number. With all those things, plus the fact that we caught him red-handed, he confessed, and implicated your husband as well. It's a good thing you weren't here."

Shauna was done. She stood there like a lost child with no expression.
"Would you like to see your husband before we take him away?"
"No."
"Don't go anywhere, Mrs. Johnson. We may need to speak with you again."

The only thing Shauna wanted to do was thank Ray for all of his help. She was pretty sure he’d made the anonymous call. Remembering he lived 7 houses down, Shauna quickly cut through the crowd, and down the street. When she got there, she was baffled. There was no 7th house. Only an empty lot. Shauna was at a complete loss. She was absolutely sure Ray said 7 houses down. She spotted Mary, one of her neighbors.

"Mary, come here! Hurry up!”
"Shauna, calm down!"
"Mary, where’s the house? Didn’t there used to be a house right here? Wasn't there a house?!"
"Yeah, but that was like 10 years ago. Why?"
"Who used to live here? Did you know them?"
"Yeah. They were the sweetest old couple. I think the wife’s name was…Millie"
"What was her husband's name?"
"Why are you asking about them? They've been dead for years, Shauna."
"Mary, will you just tell me his name, please?!"
"His name was Ray."

© Antoinette Davis
   August 23, 2008

"I Can't..."

Just a little poem I wrote some time ago. A moment of clarity ♥


"I Can't..."

Believe it's taken these years
to have a glimpse of what is real
and what is my truth
I can't see all You've given me
and not acknowledge Your power
and Your love for me
I can't walk a path in the past
without knowing
that every step I take there
is a step away from my future
I can't ridicule your flaws
without first examining my own
I can't accept a love
that is not as pure as my own
I can't see your face
without remembering your love
can't remember your love
without tears of joy
and the ever-present twinge of regret
I won't be your jester
when I was born to be a queen
I can't live my life with no hope
because someone in the heavens
refuses to let my hope die
I can't sit quietly
while the moments of my life tick away
I can no longer hate you
or the pain you caused
your ugly ways
have only added to my strength
I will not be afraid of what's to come
for it is my destiny
and my story waiting to be told
I can see a light at the end
of a long-traveled tunnel
and it is good
and about damn time…
© Antoinette Davis
   August 11, 2008

June 17, 2010

I'll be back soon

I'm taking a break right now, but I'll be back with SOMETHING to say! Things are crazy now. It's hard growing up! I'm out ;-o)

March 1, 2010

"Shattered Reflection"

This poem was a very long time coming. When somebody toys with your innocence, something inside dies. Well, I'm no longer dead inside, and I have no shame whatsoever for the actions taken against me. Recently, I've been able to leave that pain in the past. Part of me did die, but it needed to die in order to move on. I lost the pain, and I'm finally beginning to regain my life. MY life. Thanks be to God.




Who are you
do I know you anymore
you look strangely familiar
yet your reflection barely rings a bell
I look into your eyes
and someone new is peering my way
I know you through and through
so don't front on me now
I know your thoughts
fears
your grand dreams
you never allowed yourself to dream
yep
I even know your deepest hurts
and your secret pain
I do know you
well I used to know you
what has happened to you girl
you're no longer the one I depend on
you used to protect me
held my heart so close to you
so close
there was no room
for anything
or anyone
your fears kept you and me safe
your stubbornness and strength
assured that I would always
put one foot in front of the other
and walk the walk
through sunshine and rain
I have walked
and you were there the whole time
quietly praying
keeping my spirits up
holding me up
when failure seemingly overwhelmed me
lying to my face
if that was the difference
between our life or death
telling me I would be alright
even though your faith was shaky
so why do you abandon me now
why have you left me alone
when you know alone
is the one thing I never want to be
or maybe it is I
who now abandons you
this unfamiliar and slightly uneasy gaze
in the mirror no longer belongs to you
it is mine
your reflection
holds little light for me now
it is broken
and beneath my feet
to put the pieces together again
would give you life
and replenish your light
I no longer recognize myself
and you are becoming a distant memory
who is this new woman
who's boldly invading my space
and looking beyond the old reflection
do I recognize that old reflection
she was but a child
doing her best to stay afloat
in a grown up world
full of hurts
and too many rough seas
she is so tired
and she has done the job God sent her to do
I knew the day would come
when I'd have to release you
I RELEASE YOU
your job is over
and I leave you to take your rest
the words "well done, my servant"
play in my mind right now
it feels good in my soul
it feels good...
©Antoinette Davis
  January 26, 2006

I Learned a Lesson From my Hair Today

I know that sounds a little weird, but follow me. I was on the way home today, and I thought about my cutting my hair again. Then I thought maybe I'd wait until after August so that it would still be long enough to pull back when I'm in Vegas. I thought I guess I can keep it longer until then. It doesn't look bad or anything, but it's really not the way that I like it. Deep, right? My hair! Big whoop.

As I was thinking about keeping my hair longer, something hit me. I thought to myself, why would I keep my hair longer when I really like it short? Why would it be ok for me to not look the way I wanna look for 3 whole months? Why would I be so willing to compromise on this issue? Especially since I've been really working on being totally what I wanna be.

Then I started thinking about how I look to myself. So superficial! I know! But follow me. Most of my life, I've been overweight. I've lost 25 pounds, but then I stopped working out. I told myself that I didn't have the motivation to continue. I've told myself that I'm just lazy. I've told myself that it doesn't matter, even though I knew it was a lie. Hit me today that it's none of those reasons. I've compromised again! I've accepted that it's ok for me to be overweight, even though I'm disgusted when I look in the mirror, and it's not how I feel on the inside. Hell I feel sexy on the inside! It's hard for me to reconcile my beautiful inside, when I hate how I look on the outside. My inside and outside don't match anymore, and by compromising, I am the one who's my own worst enemy. I'm not being hard on myself. I'm being honest with myself. There's a difference, I think.

How many times have we all compromised ourselves, and called it something else? I'm not fat, I'm big-boned. I'm can't afford this, so I'll just take that instead. That would look really pretty on me, but it's not what everybody else is wearing. This man likes me, but he wants to change everything about me so that he's happy. I was abused as a child, so I'm just gonna use that for my defense for as long as it works. This job pays my bills, but I'm wasting myself and my life if I stay. On and on and on. Y'all following me?

How many steps do you think there are between settling for whatever, and compromising the rest of your life away? I'm gonna say not as many as you might think. Once you start settling for small things, when the bigger things come your way, you're already in the habit, and it's nothing to turn a blind eye to something that could change your life. I'm talking from experience, so don't think I'm blowing sunshine up your butt when I say that.

I said all that to say this: One day you're compromising. The next day you're settling. The next day, you're being used for somebody else' purposes. The next day you're unhappy, and you don't know what happened to your life. The next day, you decide it's just easier if you stay the way you are. The next day you don't know how to live, and you have no dreams.

So tonight, I'm getting my big butt back on my Gazelle Glider, and I'm going back to the gym this week. Not just cuz I want the cute, sexy clothes (I do), but because I'm not compromising my health or my image of myself anymore. When you KNOW in your heart that you are worthy, compromising is something that dies. I'm in my 40s, and I just now know that I'm worthy. It's taken that long to shake off a lot of bad things. But I'm there now! Today, my hair taught me a couple of things.

1. Just the fact that I can be this honest with myself, I know that I've moved forward in so many ways.

2. I know that I'm worthy of my own image of me, and also of what I want for myself. The image and the wants are what I am, and what I want. Not what my family might think, etc. Did that make sense?
There's nothing wrong with compromise. But not if it's to the detriment of YOU, or YOUR well-being! Did y'all follow me? I'm out!

Me in 100 words

I got this challenge from a friend of mine (hi, Lois!). I was asked to describe myself in 100 words. It was kinda hard cuz I talk too much sometimes, and I had to change it many times. This was kinda cool though ;-)


I was born to a woman with no money, but a heart of pure gold. Strong, determined, funny, sassy, creative, inquisitive, complex, unbelievably vulnerable at times, sometimes bitchy, but always real. I can get under your skin, in your face, or in your heart. Depends on how you treat me. Mistakes in my past have made me smart, but not immune from the occasional heartbreak. If you get on my bad side, you may as well stay there. I'm a fierce protector of me and those I love. I'm hopeful, and always looking for light in a world of darkness.

February 8, 2010

"Secret Thoughts of U"



Self-explanatory. I'm just getting older!!! I ain't dead yet ;-o)




I wonder if you know
if you sense
do you feel my body throb
can you taste the heat
now in the air
every time you walk
a swagger that takes my breath
tall and thick
body
pure perfection
eyes open to each possibility
I'm sending your way
lips no doubt made for love
lips made to say
things I'm waiting to hear
my vision of our fire
is playing in my mind again
pride be damned
yours is what I wanna be
your woman
lover
derty girl awiting my spanking
a single night of you and me
can you get with that
can you rise 2 the occassion of us
my 'girl'
as hot and sweet as you
your touch
deliberately gentle
I dare you to cross my line
and step into my vision
of us
loving or f**kin'
at this point
does it really matter
at your feet
I anticipate your response
stroke me
taste me
kisses here
here
and don't forget there
too many ways to say
I want you
you inside of me
feels like that slice of heaven
I've heard so much about
that rumored bliss
is always my reality
but only in my mind
how many times will you pass my way
how many times
will I avert my gaze as you do
my book is open
just not ready to let you
flip the pages yet
thoughts of you
are my secret
for the moment...

© Antoinette Davis
   April 27, 2007

“It’s Ok”


This is a poem I wrote when I finally found a little bit of peace about my mothers' passing. It took me about 2 years to find that peace, so this piece was a long time in coming.


Unable to let go
to you
I have said 1,000 good-byes
I’ve wallowed in my pain
cursed the heavens
and asked why for the last time
hurt and anger subsides
and my heart gives way to a peace
unknown and unexpected
fears of this world melted away
the day He took your hand
out by the sun
your worries fade into sunrise
into glory
and a love secured
before your eyes ever saw the light of day
love and lessons taught live on
laughs and smiles shared shine brightly
guiding my steps towards my own destiny
you allowed me to dream
even though you knew not how
you allowed me to speak
even though you grew up
seen and not heard
to me everything was given
all the while
everything was gradually taken from your hands
when I remember you pains
ills and fears
I remind my heart
all that you survived
pales by comparison to your streets of gold
your promised mansion
and a soul no longer tortured
by a world that was never your own
so you see
it’s ok that you’re gone
memories of you brings smiles
laughs
and gratitude to The Almighty
He allowed me to live through you
and now allows you to live through me
God is good
although these words come with tears
they are temporary
for I will see you again
out by the sun
He will take my hand
and yours will be the first face I see
so you see
my beloved one
it’s ok…

© Antoinette Davis
    November 17, 2008

January 7, 2010

“In My Quiet Moments”

Lies give way to truth
hiding is not allowed
nor possible
thoughts of lost love
are just beneath the surface
memories are vivid
in my face
in my heart
and sometimes in my way
there is no forgetting or denial
love comes alive
and is somehow a little brighter
but still just out of my reach
although not for long
I speak “the one” into existence
I await his arrival
like a child awaits the ice cream man
my vision clouds with hope
and ever-present demons
they wage daily war
and I’m never sure of the true victor
love
hate
regret
anger
each hold their place
and their own piece of me
in my quiet moments
before my God
my flaws are confessed
forgiven
but never too far from my mind
or forgotten
in my quiet moments
I recognize my own beauty
but wonder if it’s my own illusion
unseen by all
in my quiet moments
reflections of mortality trouble my heart
heaven is my destination
but costs more
than I may be capable of giving
in my quiet moments
I walk in my blessings
with grace and gratitude
secret promises are made
and dreams live to see another day
quiet moments bring clarity
reveal true thoughts
feelings
short comings
and dreams
in my mind
I’m revealed anew with each quiet moment
I see a work in progress
and it’s ok to just be me
no matter what that may be

© Antoinette Davis
    July 8, 2008

“Puppy Girl”

 I recently began a healing of my spirit from childhood physical mental, physical, and sexual abuse. This particular event is something t...