Same Song, Different Strings E-Book

Lenora Cole

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Reach into the mind of this new author, this book will have you look at women a little differently and quite possibly at yourself in a different light as well... "Same Song.." is about different aspects of Love, Pain and Rebirth...Treat yourself to a bit of sassiness and flavor that only L. Cole can muster up. 

Leseprobe

Lenora Cole

Same Song, Different Strings

One Girls Dream faded into One Woman's Memory

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Thank You

TO THE PERSON WHO IS READING THIS RIGHT NOW...

Thank you to all of the people who have pushed me all of these years to pursue my passion

Thank you to the person who is reading this right now

But most importantly thank you God for giving me such a talent and ability to reciprocate my thoughts onto paper 

this feeling is the TRUEST form of freedom that many cannot understand.

Thank you to my Husband for you continuous love and support.

Thank you to my daughters for you both are the reason I try at all.

Now without further adue please enoy this book

Chapter 1: Just For Starters

My Beginning

I grew up in the city, for 26 years Baltimore is all I've ever known. My Fifth grade teacher Mrs. Goodman put the thought in my mind and she put the fire in my heart, but the words were always there, just waiting to be heard. I was not in a good place those years...A 10 year old with a voice and no fear to use it I was LETHAL...But i still hid behind my pen and she was FEARLESS!!!

I think this was the day that Fyre was born...What a reckless Bitch she is, she was (And is She still is ) everything that i never was (and still i wish i was) and everything that i have ever wanted to be.

From the ashes she rose and there she stood before me like a heavenly angel casted down just like Lucifer, she emerged and merged within me...and inside my soul she still lingers on like a flickering light...

She is my rage, my tears, my broken heart and the keeper of my secrets...There are others but she is the one!

So i didnt have to feel loneliness...so i didnt have to fight the battles...so i didnt have to cry the tears..And if i was to act on those feelings she would act and leave me to catch the heat..

Imagine that even my alter-ego would set me up and that bitch would get to walk away Scott-Free.

 NO CHANCE IN HELL

what am i suppose to do with all of these woes and pains?

do i just lick the wounds and shuffle on?

do i just wish that i can put silence to the self beatings and play this fucked up game?

Pretend all you want its still there peeking through the cracks of my memory...Not all of the memories are bad but they still trickle into my adulthood and i find myself wincing at the stings from the papercuts of the past.

I drag myself out of bed each day full of my broken innibitions 

 and flashoods of hope...thinking that the next dollar i make is going to dig me up out of the broken walls of this project. From the projects to the projects, if my 16 year old self could see me now that wild little bitch would kick my ass right about now! Do i hate myself for giving up? HELL YES! I gave up on mytslef a long time ago but no more will  i wilter and bitch up...I am not dead yet, i still have a chance...

Never Gave It Much Thought...

There was a place i would go to that once was a sanctuary and now that place is like a distant memory, i no longer go there because it has been tainted with memories. No they are not bad, just reminders of yesteryear... once touched by loving laughter and blissful banter i cannot tell you how much fun this place once was but that is just how i remember it. then others found this place and left their baggage and it never occured to me to leave up a sign saying “leave your shit at the door”.

Now i have all this clutter and mess lying about, it never occured to me to kick all of their asses out, i thought u fight evil with love and in turn comes peace. but now i see motherfuckers dont deserve not even a piece of bread when you are the one starving and they sit in youre face with a buffet before them... Thats an analogy by the way.

i shutter at the boldness that folks posses when they throw all of their shade like their shit dont stink, snub their noses like they don't live in the same hood. i have more class in one tit than u could buy at the korean store where you buy youre knock off Remy Malasian press and curl... im far from hating honey please know that i too lived in a make believe ideal of pleasing others than myself.

i also now still try to please folks but not with my looks now these days i use a much more fragile resource. it never occured to me to not wear my heart so loosely as one would wear a coat.i was so certain that i had all the answers...i was wrong.i cannot fault you taking advantage of a foolish girl but please understand that i am no longer her...and the woman that i am wont cry she will flip her locks, switch her hips and wont even say goodbye.giving you all of my attention without getting mines, i guess you never thought that i would ever watch u need me Keep needing me BITCH!

1 LIFE TAKEN 4 A LIFE TO BEGIN