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Conditions of the Heart is a collection of self-love poetry that inspires the reader to love, embrace, nurture, and focus on themselves as they do others. Poetry is life, and Blount reveals the role of the heart in a unique way. She delivers a powerful message that allows you to stop and listen to your heart by living well and removing the negative from your life, having faith to reshape your life and live it according to your design. Conditions of the Heart is like receiving a valentine three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
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Consequences of a Temptress a fictional confession short story all about what Zoë wants Zoë gets. All Zoë’s life she’s been told how beautiful and banging her body is and she used it to her advantage. She loves a challenge of a man playing hard to get. It encourages her to pursue him aggressively. After she conquers her victim she loses interest until she meets Ahmad. With Ahmad she finds her biggest challenge that involves emotions, religion, and a life altering situations.
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Ahmad Woods, my ex-husband and father of my son is one of the sweetest men I’ve ever met in my life. He’s a brotha I feel every woman wants to have in her life. He’s strong, intelligent, loving, caring and a true friend. He’s family-oriented and listens when a woman has something to say.
Sometimes he would go so deep in conversation that I used to get caught up in his thoughts and views of the world. I wished I could just have an ounce of his wisdom, and share it willingly as he does. I know you must be thinking if he’s so good why is he my ex? Well what happened was…
It was a hot summer day in August and the temperature was rising by the seconds. I dotted beads of sweat with tissue and the residue stuck to my face. I had to squeeze through the crowds of wanna be gangstas who should have had their butts in school instead of making comments about my backside and legs. I ignored their remarks and continued on my way when I walked up on Ahmad. He was passing out religious pamphlets in front of a department store in the middle of downtown Boston.
Usually I wouldn’t take any handouts from anyone trying to give me anything on the street. All I wanted was some food on my lunch hour, but this brotha was FINE, dark chocolate, with hazel eyes and a smile that instantly melted me. I mean, this brotha made my mouth water its own sugar.
Of course I had no interest in what he had to say. To be honest I had no idea what he said. In seconds, inside my mind, I had foreseen him as my man, dating, sexing him up and down, and walking down the aisle, and yes, next came the baby carriage. I wanted to get to know him better and nothing would stand in my way. So I set out to conquer this beautiful black man.
Karma-Byata Simpson is self-centered, and all about the bling. She is on the prowl for a man to take care of every material need. Her latest boy-toy, Sean, isn’t making it happen, and is rudely dismissed. But Byata; will learn the hard way that it isn’t all about her, when her self-destructive behavior and wicked motives back fire on her.
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I have that thing; whatever the ingredients is for the IT Factor I have it. Exotic beauty, luxurious locks, a sexy svelte body, 6 feet in heels and a catwalk swagger men notice from a distance. It’s all about me so please keep on stepping if it’s not. I have no time for haters. So here’s my story straight up no chaser.
Unintentionally I struck a pose waiting outside of a mom and pops café. A place I considered raggedy and beneath my standards. I was all about the bling, fancy cars, designer clothes, the lifestyle of the rich and famous but on a smaller scale, AND looking for a man to take care of me. No scrubs allowed! The only reason I came here is because one of my boy toys: Sean, told me he had a gift for me. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have given this place a second look; never mind being seen by someone I knew standing in front of it.
My patience started to shot circuit. I kept glancing at my watch. I cut and rolled my eyes at the people passing by me because they were gawking and I was not in the mood for the attention. I was irritated. Byata waits for no one, so he would hear my mouth as soon as he showed up.
“Hey baby,” said Sean sneaking up behind me.
I swung around,” You’re late!”
“Calm down it’s what two minutes,” Said Sean leaning in for a kiss.
I rudely palmed his face and pushed his head back, “My time is valuable Sean, and you said twelve o’clock.”
“Will you chill out? Don’t put your hands in my face.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I said mean grilling him, “I wait for no one.”
“Byata could you please stop creating a scene let’s just go inside,” Pleaded Sean, “People are staring at us.”
“I don’t give a damn about these people. They stare at me all the time.”
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Embracing Womanhood-When Dainty Lee Montgomery woke up one morning and realized the aging process had claimed her body, she didn’t take it very well. But with the love of her husband and the help of family and friends, she slowly begins to accept the aging process one day at a time and discovered a new lease on life.
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In my lifetime, as far as I can remember, I have never given a thought to getting older and
the changes that come with it. I knew it would happen eventually, but I wasn’t concerned about
it. Let me tell you for those of you who don’t know; the aging process is slow like a snail until
you take notice of it. Then one day I took notice of it and damn near lost my mind. Let’s just say
I didn’t take the aging process well. You can call me what you want to--vain, conceited, a
narcissist—that’s fine with me, but if you are anything like me and your outer appearance means
a lot to you, I know you understand my dilemma. I’ll be standing by the wayside with a box of
tissues and open arms for anyone like myself.
Every morning I went through the same routine. I get in and out the shower, grab the
petroleum jelly and my favorite moisturizer and mix them, and rub the combination all over my
body. But this morning I pulled my pink shower cap off my head, shook my hair out, and turned
around to face the mirror and gasped: “Who the hell are you? Who let you in here?” The image
of the woman in the mirror didn’t answer; she stared right back at me, revealing the puzzled
expression on my face. I aged and it seemed overnight. I didn’t remember looking like this
yesterday morning or the day before; maybe I didn’t take a good look at my body or just wasn’t
paying attention.
I gave myself the once over and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I decided to pretend
the woman I was staring at wasn’t me and I analyzed her from head to toe.
I could tell the woman had been beautiful at one time in her life. While she was still very
pretty, her age showed in her face. The crow’s feet around her eyes looked like two Chinese fans
framing them. Parentheses embraced her mouth, lips thinning.
I turned to the side and checked the image from that angle.
Her breasts had dropped; one pointed straight ahead and the other, if it were an eye,
would be cockeyed. Her stomach was full and round and started the balloon effect right beneath
her breast. She looked as if she was four or five months pregnant. Her thighs dimpled with
quarter- sized dents invading her butt cheeks.
“You are so vain,” rasped Robert, my husband.
“Rob, you scared the hell out of me,” I said smacking his arm, grabbing my raggedy
yellow housecoat off the toilet, and slipping it on trying to hide my newfound body. I was a little
peeved because I had no idea of how long he had stood there watching me. This was a private
moment between me and the body.
A Simple Song-Jaeda Pontes has been there, done that when it comes to dealing with her husband Derrick's infidelity issues. To cope, she develops the habit of marrying songs to Derrick's indiscretions which only aids in bringing back the memories she doesn't want to deal with. After Derrick's latest creep, Jaeda has a hard time forgiving him and wonders if she ever can, but an expected surprise forces her to make a major decision. Will she make the right one for all involved? It took a simple song to mark the painful event in Jaeda's life. Will it take a simple song to save or end her marriage?
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The lapse of conversation continued until we arrived in front of our house. Before Derrick could get out of the car to open the door for me, I got out and ran up the stairs. It slowly dawned on me that I hadn’t brought my keys. I stood there with a vicious attitude, waiting for Derrick to open the door.
Derrick walked up the stairs with a smirk on his face. “See, fast ass, you are always in a rush,” he said. I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth.
I pushed past him, removed my coat, and threw it on the coat rack next to the front door. It toppled over to the floor.
I ran upstairs and slammed the bedroom door, then lay on the flowered comforter as my tears soaked my cheeks and my pillow. I kicked my heavy black boots off my feet. They thumped on the floor. Grabbing my pillow, I put it over my face and screamed into it.
How could I make him understand? He hadn’t experienced the crushing feelings of deceit, the loss of trust, and the thoughts of someone making love or having sex with someone you love with every part of your being. How the oath of marriage is destroyed because the person I love didn’t care enough about me to think if I were to find out how it would devastate me. It pulled the rug from underneath my whole existence. The foundation dwindled right before my eyes. How can I put it into words so he can understand the damage he has created inside me?
