The Burdens of a Tormented Soul... E-Book

Solange Jacques

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Antoinette is a young, religious, spunky teen with loads of character. She deems anyone who falls in love as pathetic, but when she meets him, she is conflicted...

Does she stay true to her morals and religious values, or does she fall hard and just forget all the advice that she has been taught for the past 15 years? This decision is bigger than to love or not to love, it's a tug of war between her beliefs and her undying soul...

Different stories, unique reactions, and loads of emotional outbursts.  For some, they find love and acceptance easily, whereas for others, it was always meant to be an emotional rollercoaster.  Each scenario leads into a poetic breakthrough of mental courage and life changing epiphanies...

This book would be the definition of love, betrayal, unacceptance, and societal uprising bursting at the seams...

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Solange Jacques

The Burdens of a Tormented Soul...

I would like to say thank you to my family and friends that have been there for me when I needed advice or any form of support during the bad times just as much as the good. They keep me inspired and hopefully this book inspires them to go out and be spontaneous.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter 1: The Family Tree

I creek my eyes open to the start of an almost TOO bright and sunny day. I feel very well rested, and as I try to decipher and remember what day of the week it is, I look across from me and see my angelic looking sister still sound asleep.

“LISETTE!” my grandmother shouts.

“LISETTE, VINI!” she yells again, even louder.

My grandmother loves the idea of having a million grandchildren. To her, the more grandchildren she has, the more, free house attendants she has access to. I adore my Haitian grandmother with her broken English accent. She loves me equally and never makes me cook or clean because technically, I am the bastard child in my family.

“LISETTE! LISETTE!!! VINI DESANN!!!!!” the screaming continues.

I throw a pillow at my sister, irritated, knowing that she is the “Lisette” that my grandmother is yelling up the stairs for, and…I almost feel sorry for her.  Her eyes crack open, revealing bloodshot eyes, and an angry snarl for waking her out of her beauty sleep.

I smile at her discomfort….

 “You’re up!  I know she isn’t calling ME, she never calls ME,” I say, loud enough to disrupt her sleep even further.

She lets out a frustrated groan, and steadily climbs out of bed, upset and sleepy from the overwhelmingly spiritual event, we endured the night before.  Yesterday, my grandparents housed a benefit concert at our church that didn’t end until 2 A.M.  Yea, I know that 2 A.M. seems like an early night, but with our strict family being heartfelt Christians, this is the only time we are allowed to be out past 8 P.M.  To be honest, we are lucky if we are even given permission to go out to the store after 5 P.M.  I remember I wanted to get snacks from the deli, right around the corner.  I made a mistake and asked my grandpa.

His response was, “Women are not to leave the house!  You are created only to cook and clean!”

I was mortified of his idea of women.  I cringe, reliving the moment, and shake it off…

Anyway, looking back on the evening, Alicia was acting so wild…wildly spiritual that is.  She caught the Holy Ghost and started speaking in “tongues” and sweating profusely.  I mean, I can’t judge.  It’s never a bad thing to catch the “Holy Ghost” in the house of God.  Personally, I haven’t been “touched” by God is such an extreme way, but I guess it will only happen if you are giving praise the right way… It’s either that, or I am the child of Satan.  I consider myself an angel, but that is my personal opinion.

She shoots me a death glare, as she obviously envies my relaxed position on my temporary bed.  I grin victoriously back at her, and she shakes her head at my silliness as she begins to descend a million steps to hear the various chores that our grandma has listed for her today.

My father loved his mother so much that he named his two daughters right after her. My name is Lisette Adele Jean and my younger sister’s name is Lisette Alicia Jean.

As I hear the hard thumps from Alicia dragging her feet down each step, I can’t help but feel grateful that I’m labeled “the awkward child” in my family. Maybe they feel bad that my father decided to choose my “gorgeous” mother to have a baby out of wedlock with. Who knows? Maybe he just felt like rebelling for a year considering that he had my three brothers, then me randomly, and then my little sister right after leaving my pregnant mother.  I know my sister’s mother hates me… That would be obvious considering the circumstances, but I don’t care. I have a very large and loving family that speaks a language that I was never fortunate enough to learn. The fact that I can barely understand what most of them are saying doesn’t bother me.  In fact, it tends to save me 99% of the time.

I sigh and stare up at the ceiling.  I can’t help entertaining thoughts of my brothers and sisters being an outcast instead of me.  As I ponder on unique “what if” scenarios, I feel my smile turn into a wider, eviler grin.

I let out a relieved sigh of satisfaction, completely relaxed, as I watch the cream ceiling fade into a deep shade of black…

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DADDY

Mommy, mommy where is daddy?

He’s in Texas, entertaining another lady…

But mommy isn’t he supposed to be here raising his baby?

Yes honey, that’s why he is shady…

Mommy, mommy, but he told me I was his princess,

If I’m really his princess…why was I so easily dismissed?

Because honey, it’s not Christmas,

Plus, you definitely weren’t apart of his wish list…

Mommy, mommy…if daddy loves you then why did he leave with your heart and soul?

I don’t know honey, she was there first and honestly, I’m the lump of coal…

Left in the cold with no one to hold…

But, honey, remember that you are Daddy’s princess,

Mommy, mommy, how can that be so?

For he is in heaven…so now that leaves us both here…alone…

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Whoa…

What the hell was that?  I love my father so much!  I was his princess and I refuse to allow my subconscious to think so negatively of him while he is gone.  Like seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?  I swear, soon I am going to need SOME KIND of psyche therapy…

I shake my head at my wayward thoughts…

I crack my eyes open and the darkness that is engulfing me is really surprising.  I mean, what time is it???  Did I sleep all day? I glance over at the round ancient clock that reads 6:30 P.M. 

What the heck??  Nobody needed me all day??  If that’s the case, then why the heck am I here?  I mean…I love spending time with my family, but if no one cares to involve me, then why should I come here?  And why does it seem as though I’m never at home, with my mom, where I am unable to sleep all day without being bothered?

Oh snap! Speaking of which, my beautiful Madre is on her way to get me for school tomorrow.  I finished all my homework a couple nights ago, thank God.  I don’t aim to be a procrastinator, but if I don’t get my school work done ahead of time, I’ll just forget about it until the day that it is due. 

I start packing my bags with haste, knowing that my mother will probably be approaching the premises pretty soon. 

I love my mother to my core.  She is my best friend and my number one fan.  She always motivates me and pushes me toward greatness.  However, my mother can be somewhat impatient, so I’m making it my top priority to be ready to run into her arms upon her arrival.  I hear a distant vibrating noise in between the sheets of my messy and unkempt bed.

“DANNNGGGIITTT, where is my damn phone?”

I always sleep with that piece of addictive technology in the bed, well aware that it’s bound to get tangled in the covers. I continue to ruin the monstrously unmade bed, until it reveals a semi-illuminated screen saying, “MOMMY CALLING.”  I successfully managed to catch it on the last ring.

“Hey mommy...What’s up?” I ask between spaced breathing.  I tend to get too anxious at times.  Trying to be perfect all the time will do that to you…

“Hey, honey, how are you?”  She asks, excitedly.

“I’m okay, and you?”

“I’m fine, darling, I’m just calling to let you know to be ready.  I am only five minutes away.” 

Five minutes?  That means one minute in my mom’s terms.  I speed up my packing.

“Okay, moooommmyyy, I'll be ready, don’t worrrrrry,” I sing in an unmelodious tune, “I love you, and see you soon.”

“Okay honey,” she muffles between rambunctious laughter, “See you soon.”

I hang up the phone and finish getting ready to leave.  On the way downstairs, I peek into the enormous “guest room” that my aunt Alicia always uses. Alicia is one of my favorite aunts because she is inspiring, even though she is the queen at giving borderline lectures to her loved ones.  She has a big heart, so I appreciate all the advice she gives me, even when I do not ask for it.

I will never forget the day that I was upset with my cousin for yelling at me for getting Chinese food with one of the church boys.  The Chinese restaurant was only two stores away from the church, and this boy was very cute, not to mention, there was a gaping hole in my stomach that wanted to be filled.  It was a completely innocent venture, considering that we weren’t even alone.  Despite my inner thoughts of what his physical aspects meant to me, I would never ever think to pursue him.  My grandparents OWN the church that all of my twelve older and much bigger male cousins attend five days out of a seven-day week.  There is no way that I would date a boy that is surrounded by my intimidating family almost every day.  If they found out that I was trying to date him or any boy, I would be found in the Hudson River, on the same day. 

Anyhow, my cousin saw us talking and automatically jumped to conclusions.  Sometimes, I wish they would just mind their business.  When he saw us, he got so overprotective that he threatened to beat me with a belt.  NO ONE has ever beat me with a belt.  My parents never needed to discipline me that way, I mean who did he think he was?  Any person would be enraged at the brashness and idiocy of the situation, so I decided that after that quarrel that I never wanted to speak to him again.  For the rest of the day, I swore up and down the house, my grandparent’s house that is, that he was so wrong and there was no way that I could possibly be at fault.

I was so enraged that later on that day I told Aunt Alicia the story. 

After hearing the full story, she said, “Adele, you are a diamond and by being a diamond, you have to make sure that no one diminishes your inner and outer beauty.  Yes, Bennett could have definitely reacted better, and is in no position to threaten you with a beating. However, everything that he did was for your best interest, whether you can see it clearly or not.  He is a boy, and probably knew the intentions of the boy that was trying to talk to you.”

“But he is just one of my friends from the church and we weren’t doing anything bad!!” I interjected.

She took a deep breath in and continued, “You can’t just be friends with a million guys because chances are that at some point, they are going to want to taint your rich quality.  I know you may have a crush on Gerard, however, maybe next time you can try to protect yourself better. Your cousin only wanted what was best for you, so now that you know that he had your best interest in mind, do you still think that you will never speak to Bennett again?”

You could imagine my disappointment at hearing her reasonable response to my outrageous tale, but I couldn’t help but feel that she is a hundred percent correct.  I should know my worth before I decide to follow any attractive male.  Just because he is good looking doesn’t mean that he couldn’t have been a serial killer, and I was very young at the time.

I sighed and gave in, “You’re right.  I guess I understand the reality of the situation, but ultimately, he is still a butt hole.  He didn’t have to threaten to beat me, especially with a belt.  I love you though and because you have a point, I can’t consciously stay mad at him because he was just looking out for me.  Thanks for the advice, Ti-ti Ali.”

After that, I sighed and left the room because she was right and she revealed an alternative way to value myself.  Till this day, I still consider myself a diamond, and if it weren’t for that situation, I think that I could have possibly settled for just average since then.

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DIAMONDS

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend…

Diamonds feel true till the end…

Having diamonds are a trend…

So, one has to make sure the buyer isn’t a means to an end.

The exchange of fake money for diamond qualities,

Is resulting in so many fallacies and inequalities…

The tainting of a diamond leads to destructive anomalies…

The money may seem real…

The exchange might make it seem like it’s the real deal…

But consumers are destroyers and they just want their fill.

Stay strong and protect what’s true inside…

For once you allow the tainting of a diamond…

Then down goes your self-esteem and pride.

Not everyone deserves diamonds…

You have to be careful…

For they might diminish your inner quality…

Make you start thinking about demonolatries…

Be careful, for every woman starts off a diamond…

That’s why diamonds are a girl’s best friend…

But once you lose your diamond…

Trust, you will never be the same again.

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The sound of my obnoxiously screaming phone zaps me back to reality.  I continue to head downstairs.

“Hey, mommy, are you outside?”  I ask calmly, while walking towards the window to peek out.

“Yes, sweetheart, I’m in the front.”

“Okay,” I respond, “I will be right there.”  I hang up the phone, changing course and heading straight for the front door instead.

I let my grandparents’ front door swing open and take a moment to embrace the cool air. 

Just like clockwork, I see my mom’s Trailblazer SS come around the corner as if the car itself, had been anticipating me.  I hop into the front seat with excitement.

“HEYY MOMMY, I missed you!” I say, planting a big kiss on her cheek.

I mean, just because I am not home all the time doesn’t mean that we have a bad relationship or that I love her any less.  I hope she doesn’t think that.  After all, I would hate for her to feel neglected after the numerous things that she has done for me thus far.

“Hey, honey, of course you did, did you have fun?”

“DUHHH,” I say chuckling, as if she should already know the answer.  “You know I love spending time with them.  I just hate how much we have to attend church throughout the week…”

“Well, you know it is your grandparents’ church.  You kind of have to go if you choose to stay at their house.”

“I know…It’s one of their major rules,” I say, looking a bit defeated.

“Yep!  But, if it really bothers you, try not to stay for too long,” she states, shrugging and chuckling behind her words.

I shake my head, “If only saying no to them was that easy…”

She nods with complete understanding. 

“Well, I am sure that you will figure it out,” she states shortly.  I can tell that it was the end of the discussion. 

She rubs my hair, puts the car in drive and heads towards what I like to call my “first” home.  I look out the window, admiring the blobs of different greens, oranges, and reds, until everything fades into one…

Chapter 2: The State of a Dwelling

I feel a light tapping on my shoulder.  Opening my eyes, I realize that we have already reached our destination, but that was kind of quick. What time is it?  The clock reads 8 P.M.  I must have fallen asleep…AGAIN.  I stumble out of the car, and as I regain full consciousness, I take a deep breath of the warm air. 

We live in a cute little apartment in an exquisite complex in a small town called Derangus County.  Considering all the different places that I have laid my head, I actually like this apartment.  It is within walking distance to the mall and ten minutes away from my school.

The people at my new school seem pretty inviting, especially Brielle.  From the first day of school, she was always letting me in on the new gossip.  She even told me about this guy, who she has had a crush on since she was in third grade.  We are now in the tenth grade, so in my opinion, that’s a pretty hopeless crush to have.  If he has not noticed you since third grade, what makes you think he is going to notice you now?  In my opinion, these kinds of crushes are only permissible for those in middle school, but tenth grade in high school?  Don’t think so…however, I am not a dream crusher so I never confess any of my brutally honest thoughts.

Before I moved to Derangus, I kept having this weird reoccurring dream that I am hanging out with some dark-skinned guy in my apartment.  The body language that we exchange between each other feels and looks natural as ever, so I assumed this must be my boyfriend.  My mom was talking to him from the kitchen and it seems as if she liked him.

I always woke up baffled, due to the fact that I have never had a boyfriend…at least in my mother’s mind.  What kills me is how cool and nice she was about it, in the dream, nightmare, whatever you call it.  I shake my head.

I don’t really understand it, I mean, it was just a dream, but scary nonetheless.  I just decided to ignore the crap out of it, especially since it was ONLY a nightmare.

“Hi,” I greet my little sister with a warm smile.

“HIIIIIII!!!!” she says beaming.

She plants two warm wet kisses on our cheeks with her little pursed lips, and continues to proceed playing with her Bratz dolls.  I love my little sister, Jada.  She used to rip the heads off my dolls, while I would create clothes for them.  There is my psycho and cute little sister, and then there is Raymond, the clown and gorilla of the house.

“Hey, Raymond…” I mumble, loud enough for everyone to hear, but low enough for it to be the most insignificant greeting ever.

“Hey,” he responds flatly, without looking up from his newspaper.

That’s the only response I ever expected and required of him, since I rated him the biggest vermin creature that has ever been birthed to this world.  Raymond is my mom’s incredibly annoying soon to be husband.  He is the biggest buffoon I have ever met and he loves to create drama in my lovely life.  I will never forget the time that I missed my school bus, by accident, and he thought it would be a great opportunity to forge this story about a bully being on the bus, causing me to miss it on purpose.  The only reason he made the story up was because he had to take me to school.  He is a vindictive person, and when he has to go out of his way for us (me or Jada) he makes up a lie, and gets us in trouble.  The farce story that he created resulted in an argument between my mother and I that endured two whole days. 

That’s usually how things go in this household, Raymond makes things up, my mom believes him because not only is she blindly in love, but we are children and what would be his motive for lying, right?

Now that I think about it, maybe this is the reason I love being at my family’s house all the time…  Why not escape drama whenever you can right?

As, I reminisce about Raymond’s childish behavior, I decide to head to my room, immediately. 

When I’m home, my room is my safe haven.  I honestly can stay cocooned in my room with my own self-made movie marathon for days on end. 

I chuckle…Who does movie marathons anymore?  As if movie theatres and cable doesn’t exist. I shake my head, quickly change right back into comfy house gear, and still feel sleepy.  I decide another nap couldn’t hurt, plus my hunger is taking over, and some sleep should subdue it, at least for a little bit…

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BLINDFOLDED

Love is blind,

It’s true and you will find out over time...

People cheat and people lie,

That’s why overtime, love dies...

If you don’t believe me,

Just watch and see...

You will love too hard,

And the other will flee...

See that burden was never meant for me,

Honestly, I would rather stay free...

“I love you” sounds nice from afar,

But I just want love to let me be...

For those blind eyes,

That fail to see how comfortable I can be…

I will confidently lay down with ease,

Because I always knew that “love” thing was never meant for me…

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The amazing aroma that has managed to sneak under my door rips me out of my beauty nap.  My stomach growls loudly.

That’s right!  I didn’t eat all day!  The smell of her cooking is causing my stomach to yell at me.  It smells so good, that the moment the food is ready, I want to be there to get that first plate!

I quickly decide that I would rather eat with a clean butt, than a dirty one.  I grab my Disney towel and head into the shower, letting the scorching water melt all forms of negative energy off of me.

I rapidly put on a new set of pajamas, as the arousing smell of well-seasoned lasagna, mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli, intoxicates my senses. 

I love when my mother cooks.  Her food could make any depressed person reconsider their outlook on life.  I rush to the kitchen and throw a wad of mashed potatoes and broccoli onto my plate with a considerable amount of lasagna, and shuffle quickly to my room, to remain unbothered.

As I draw near my bedroom door, I say rather loudly, “Thank you mommy for the food,” and shut the door quietly.  If you are a child in my mother’s home, you better say “Thank you” for anything good and “Sorry” for anything bad.  That is if you wanted to live in peace.

A whole fifteen minutes later, I eat the remaining scraps off my plate, and look down at my food belly the size of Texas.  As I consume the excess juices off my plate, I start feeling another nap coming on.  I guess I ate too much, but hey, I didn’t eat all day.

The T.V. in the living room is still on, meaning that Raymond is still in the living room.  I sneak into the kitchen and wash off the remaining juices on my plate, and return to my room. 

I want to watch an animation film to help me fall asleep tonight.  I spot “Anastasia” peeking at me from the corner of my bookcase.  I snag it, throw it in the VHS player, and let the baby itis take over my cerebral cortex.

***BLEEEEEP! BLEEEEEEP!! BLEEEEEP!!!***

Ugh.  Is it time for school already?

I peer up to see a whopping 7:00AM flashing in CAPS on my alarm clock.  I groggily climb out of bed to silence the sound that pierced through my somewhat pleasant dreams. 

What to wear? What to wear? 

I grab the easiest outfit that I think goes together, and walk as slow as a slug to the bathroom to freshen up. 

I was just about done getting ready when the smell of pancakes jumped into my nostrils.  My stomach hums at the delightful scent, and I hastily make my way to the kitchen.

The delectable pancakes and turkey bacon disappeared in less than a minute, within my reach.  About a half hour later, I’m waiting patiently in the cool wind for my bus to appear and take me away to my semi-new school.

First and second period fly by a little too fast to process.  The bell rings signifying lunch period.  I find myself looking for Brielle at our regular lunch table.  I spot Bri’s distinct jet black oily looking hair and broad square glasses and make my way to our table. 

“Hey girl,” Bri says loudly as I approach our table.

“Hey, what’s up?” I ask with a smile.

 “Hurry and sit down, I have loads to tell you,” she says, quickly raising her eye brows up and down.

“Okay, hold on,” I say, while gently placing my food tray on the table.  I grab a seat.  “Alright, spill the beans,” I say, nodding in approval.

“Okay, so, you have to sleep over my house tonight.  My friend Tanya told me about a talent show that is happening tonight at 5.”

“Oh, well, I don’t think I really have to sleep over your house in order to go.  My mom is kind of proper, but she lets me have my fun.”  I shrug.

“Giirrrrlllll!” she says, smacking her lips, “I didn’t even finish telling you the plans for tonight.”

“Okay, okay,” I chuckle, “Finish what you were saying.”

“THAAANK YOU!” she rolls her eyes and continues, “Like I was saying, there is a talent show happening tonight after school at 5, and then, there is a party happening in Morrison tonight.  Almost every teen in Derangus is going!”

When I first got here, Bri’s unique way of communicating is what caused us to become so close.  I love spirited people.  But, since I am newer to this town, this could be a great way to meet more people.  Plus, I am an incredible dancer, so now that means I get to show my moves.  I think I would need to sleep over though, so that I don’t need to worry about a curfew.

“OOOOHHHH SNNNAAPPPP!!!!” I exclaim, pumping my chest up and down with rhythm.

She bursts out with laughter at the sight of my silly moves.

“So, you were right, I probably will just sleep over at your house tonight. Doing that will make things a lot smoother.  I wish I knew earlier though, I am going to need to go back home and change.”

Still cackling a bit, she says, “Girl, it is no problem, go home and change and we will meet you back at the school.”

“Okay…Is your future baby zaddy going to be there?” I ask, teasing her.

She pauses for a second as if she was visualizing some mystical love fantasy between them.

“He might…this is going to be nice…I’ve got to make sure I look on point tonight.”  She nods as she obviously continues to ponder on the possibilities of their future together.

I quickly envision what I would wear for the party tonight, and decide that the black shirt with the deep V-neck, plunge line, spaghetti strap top would be perfect with some comfy sneakers and my ripped denim capris.

“We both have to be on point!! Who knows what cute boys will be there?” I ask, as if I am truly interested.

Sometimes, I like to act as if I care about boys.  The truth is I am deathly afraid of them.

“Girl, you got that right. We have to spin heads tonight,” she asserts.

“I think I already have an outfit in mind,” I say, smirking.

“Me too,” she says almost too quickly.

***RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!***

The alarm designated to send people to their next class is the most obnoxious alarm I ever heard.  I flinch at the sound.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later.  Remember, just meet us here,” Brielle reassures.

I think she is worried about seeing her eye candy at the party later.  I shrug off her anxiety.

“Okay, catch you later,” I say, mid-stride out of the cafeteria.

Just like that I was on my way to my next class.  Before I knew it, the day was over and I was on my way home.  I can’t wait to let this music enter my soul…

I decide luscious curls will look beautiful in my hair.  I draw on some light eyeliner and apply a little bit of lip gloss.  I nod in approval at my appearance and head to my mom’s room for a second opinion.

“Hey mommy, do you think I can sleep over Brielle’s house tonight?  She lives right around the corner from us, and we are going to hang out tonight.”

“Yea sure honey, but where are you going looking so pretty?” she says, grabbing one of my luscious curls.

“Bri said that there is a talent show at 5 P.M., and afterward there is a teen- party by the school, so I figured why not just sleep over at her house since I know she lives closer to the school, plus we can stick together that way.”

“That sounds responsible.  Just let me know the address of the party so that I can know where you are in case of anything.”

“Okay…do you think you can give me a ride back to school, and the minute I get the address I will text it to you?” I ask, hoping my mom isn’t in a lazy mood.

“Of course, honey, you ready right now?” she responds with excitement brewing in her tone of voice.

I chuckle, and am so grateful for how cool my mom is.  How many parents let their kids have a good time without being overbearing?

“Yes, whenever you are ready, it’s no rush…” I say, hoping she maintains her calming demeanor.

I am kind of anticipating going to the party later.  There will be a million shallow teenage boys that are going to be annoying to deal with…but, I would risk it all to hear some music and dance my life away.  I hear my mom shuffling around the room, getting ready to drop me off to what could be the beginning of a good time.

Brielle and Tanya are waiting for me at the school entrance just where Bri described they would be.   I am too excited for the after party considering I never really get out much.  I mean how many parties are thrown where people in the tenth grade are allowed entry?

“Thank you, mommy! I love you and I’ll text you the address” I exclaim, gathering my things.

“Okay, have fun, love you too, and be safe,” she says, planting a kiss on my cheek.

“I will!!” I say kissing her back.  “I wuv you and see you later!” I say as I exit her sleek Trailblazer SS.

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MUSIC

It pours out the speakers, and cries its soul…

To those with no one left to hold…

A crater in one’s heart, is harder to tear apart…

When it has the comfort of the bass that leads to a higher part…

An unending drought, with its empty spout…

Only to be filled with the sounds that flow out…

Always there, through all the fears…

And never-ending things to bear…

Because its melodic tunes care…

It rhymes out emotions…

It’s the only potion…

To free the mind filled with suicidal contortions,

Or to help deal with the aftermath of having an abortion…

Death is a way out…

But it decreases the amount of doubt…

One gains when overwhelmed…

With the sadness life displays…

It is the feeling of relief…

When you realize there’s another way out besides defeat…

It gives beliefs…

That there is more than one kind of beat…

The words, the sounds, it’s the birds, that founds,

One’s soul filled with melodic, heartfelt pounds…

Music captivates mind, body, and soul…

It’s the extra heart given when the old burns like coal…

Music relates to you…

It helps when you have the blues…

And when you have nothing left to lose…

Music is brave and bold…

You see, when you have music, you won’t need anything to hold.