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July 18, 2011
My Poetry: Labels
I wrote this poem out of a desire ... not to be labeled, stereotyped, or considered a victim. It's a movement: No labels.Psalm 139:13-14For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made: your works are wonderful,I know that full well.
July 12, 2011
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I really hope you are enjoying your summer and that by way of literature, I am a part of it.
Peace,
Nakia
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I really hope you are enjoying your summer and that by way of literature, I am a part of it.
Peace,
Nakia
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June 6, 2011
The Literary Journey of Nakia R. Laushaul
The write life is the right life for me!
April 21, 2011
Ugly at Heart
Genesis 6:5-65 The LORD saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time. 6 The LORD regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled.
I wonder what an ugly heart looks like on the inside. Is it permanently frozen, immobilized in a block of black
I wonder what an ugly heart looks like on the inside. Is it permanently frozen, immobilized in a block of black
March 16, 2011
Running from Solace
Running from Solace
Running from Solace
February 4, 2011
Moving Forward
THE TRUTH AS I SEE IT: IN POETRY AND PROSE<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />Presenting Me© 2010 Nakia R. Laushaul I present to me—MeNever looked at myself in this fashionSort of feeling this brand new self attractionExcited about my extra personal affairI'm so becoming to myselfFrom my cute toes up to my last thread of hairCan't explain what is happening
January 29, 2011
Public Apology
Matthew 5:23-24 "Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother or sister has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to them; then come and offer your gift."
I lost a good friend. No, I lost a great friend a few months ago. In the midst of all the frustration going on in my own life I vehemently
I lost a good friend. No, I lost a great friend a few months ago. In the midst of all the frustration going on in my own life I vehemently
November 23, 2010
excerpt from Running from Solace ©
COMING SOON!
Running from Solace casts a new glow on an old situation.
Chapter One: Naomi
Once, she flung a heavy ashtray at my head and blood spewed onto my new pink summer dress like red polka dots because I didn't respond to her calling me, "Naomi! Naomi!" I was trying frantically to reach her special ashtray with the real stinky cigarettes in it from underneath the bed, so I barely
Running from Solace casts a new glow on an old situation.
Chapter One: Naomi
Once, she flung a heavy ashtray at my head and blood spewed onto my new pink summer dress like red polka dots because I didn't respond to her calling me, "Naomi! Naomi!" I was trying frantically to reach her special ashtray with the real stinky cigarettes in it from underneath the bed, so I barely
November 6, 2010
Yesterday, you are hereby . . . served
The truth … changes daily. Yesterday I was a victim—maybe. Today I am a threat—definitely.
Yesterday, I experienced one of the most gut wrenching—knock down—drag out bouts with satan ever. Yikes, he plays dirty. I'm going to write in terms of yesterday although it was more of a brief spell in hell. For a minute there, I could have easily been mistaken for Job, whose name means; persecuted and
Yesterday, I experienced one of the most gut wrenching—knock down—drag out bouts with satan ever. Yikes, he plays dirty. I'm going to write in terms of yesterday although it was more of a brief spell in hell. For a minute there, I could have easily been mistaken for Job, whose name means; persecuted and
October 19, 2010
Calling out the captain in you
Blog Hopping with a Social ButterflyThe way I see things ... by Dasaya Cates I'm sitting here thinking about that old Janet Jackson song, Control. You know it … Sing it:
Got my own mind/I wanna make my own decisions
When it has to do with my life, my life
I wanna be the one in control
Sigh. That would be me. I'm a big planner. I planned my December vacation in April. I like to be in control of
Got my own mind/I wanna make my own decisions
When it has to do with my life, my life
I wanna be the one in control
Sigh. That would be me. I'm a big planner. I planned my December vacation in April. I like to be in control of
