✨🌹The Beauty of Life🌹✨

A Instagram friend posted this & I had to share. Life is such a beautiful thing!

“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚

~Maxwanette A Poetess

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✨✍🏾How I’ve Grown – By, Maxwanette A Poetess✍🏾✨

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How I’ve Grown

How I’ve grown.

Momma threw me out when I was 11-the voices in her head told her to.

Daddy was done with me by age 15. If I slept with him? I could’ve stayed.

Now I’m all on my own.

 

My oh my! How I’ve Grown.

 

Homeless…Winter’s coming.

As September’s end blows cold.

A shelter is the focus, food & education is the least of interests.

 

He drove up, trying to talk.

I kept moving, hurrying up my walk.

Then that breeze blew & right then I knew…I had to stop. I looked at him & forced a smile.

 

My oh my! How I’ve Grown.

 

I was 15, he was 34,

Out of the Winter in the streets.

I peed his bed the first time we’d sleep.

 

Planting seeds,

Stunted growth, separating of weeds.

Mistakes made, lessons learned, wounds no longer bleed.

 

My oh my! How I’ve Grown.

 

Beaten down, left for dead.

Ignoring the things that others said,

I lived on…

 

Decision after decision,

Choice after choice,

I learned how to find my own voice.

 

My oh my! How I’ve Grown.

 

✨❤️💛💚🇯🇲🎈🎼HAPPY EARTH & SPIRITUAL-STRONG ROBERT (BOB) NESTA MARLEY 2/6/1945 ~ 5/11/1981🎼🎈🇯🇲❤️💛💚

                                           🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁

“Always Luvin’ Di Bob!”❤️💛💚

Growing up, Bob Marley’s music wasn’t always being played in my Jamaican home. My Mom, would play a song or two if I was lucky. But Bob wasn’t accepted as some may think. Not at first.

As a child, being a “Rasta” (Rastafarian) was not smiled upon. Many in my parents time, saw Rasta’s as scoundrels, lazy, nasty, worthless, thieves, and good for nothing’s. The worst thing a boy could be was a Rasta. The most unacceptable thing was for a girl to date or be with one. Every culture had/has its “Black Sheep’s” or “Cast-Off’s.” My Mother HATES Rasta. However, before she transcended she saw the side in which I viewed Bob Marley. Out of Love, Honor & Respect for me & the positivity of what Bob represented? My Mom had me loc her hair before she transcended. Blessed❤️💛💚

But as a child, I had to sneak and record Bob’s songs on my cassette recorder & Walkman (okay young people, this before your digital era😂). I learned the words to his songs & sung them ALWAYS. He became my Mentor & his songs my Mantra. His words made such dynamic sense to me, that when listening to him, I’d literally become mesmerized, as my young self meditated & swayed to do riddim. He transcended May 11th, 1981. I was 10 years old. My eldest daughter would be born on that day, 9 years later.

I will admit, I am not necessarily a Rasta. As I do not follow Rastafarianism. I have some Rasta-like ways, mentality, and or beliefs. I grew my own locks for 18 years, reaching my buttocks. I cut them for a 2nd time, as I’m on my own Spiritual journey. However, as many Jamaicans know, “Rasta ah nuh bout yuh hair. Rasta inna ya heart. Rasta inna yuh mine. Rasta inna yuh Soul. Ah serious ting dat!” Who knows, if the Bible can talk about The Prodigal Son, then I can possibly be The Prodigal Rasta Queen. Lol, it can happen 🥰 But Bob made me see the meaning of life…LOVE.

During my life, proudly and with great love, honor & respect I still listen to Bob on a regular basis. He’s deeply rooted within my existence. His songs opened my Mind, Heart, Body & Soul. It is a continuous gift & blessing.

“One Love, One Heart. Let’s Get Together & Feel Alright.”

🦁Jah! Rastarfari. Conquering Lion Of The Tribe Of Judah🦁❤️💛💚

🎈🎈🎈Respect, Guidance, Everlasting Love & Liveity! Happiest Of Existence, Earth & Spiritual-Strong🎈🎈🎈

Blessed, ROBERT NESTA MARLEY❤️💛💚

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https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Marley

 

“One Love Video”

 

“Buffalo Soldier – Bob Marley & The Wailers”

 

 

 

“Redemption Song Video”

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✨🌹Powerful Video🌹✨

💔Many are broken💔

We need to remember that we all go through things in life. I’m not a religious individual. However, if LOVE were a religion? Then I’m a LOVER. The broken? They’re ME, YOU, US, THEM…WE. We cannot keep throwing people away. They need help as much as anyone else & sometimes even more so.

 

I grew up in Brooklyn, NY. Born sickly, was severely abused by almost everyone I came across in my childhood, teenage years & adulthood; from the cradle to the classroom, literally. I was always angry and in pain, physically & emotionally. I was dubbed by a close family member with the name, “Mad-Max.” I was hurting, angry, lost, became detached from life in many ways & at an early age, I became a mother (I was 16 & he was 34 – happens when you’re homeless & your parents didn’t break the cycle either)and suffered greatly. I loved my children but only partially. I didn’t know how to love them past being a provider & disciplining then. People gave up on me & it took a large majority of my life, trying to figure things out. My life was my own personal hell, filled with walls & no way out. But somewhere deep within was the real ME. The ME that was connected to a Soul so deep, that poetry was the only hidden voice that I had. I wrote poems at times, simply to hold onto my sanity & humanity.

 

See, when I was growing up, kids like me? They usually didn’t last long. They were killed, stuck in abusive situations, became criminals, became abusers, committed suicide, went stark raving mad (oh I lost it a few times), were bitter or simply fucked-up, one way or another. I was in my own personal hell for what seemed like a never-ending nightmare. There wasn’t anyone that loved me. I also was clueless as to how to love myself. People were afraid of me & I became afraid of myself as I sunk deeper & deeper into my own dark chaos. I was labeled a monster by my abusers, strangers, family & so called friends. There were times when being a monster was the only respect & fear that was attached to me. I was fortunate to not be a criminal. Reading at a High School level by the time I was 3, was my only outlet. I immersed myself in reading EVERYTHING.

 

I made many mistakes but I learned. I wasn’t able to be there for my children in the way I wished I could’ve been. But once I figured it out? It’s been part of my life’s purpose to help others & especially those that life/humanity has forgotten, the labeled “Underdogs”, “Monsters”, “The Less Than”, poor and underprivileged, anyone who’s suffering & need a “port in the storm.” I can’t save & help everyone, but I do what I am able. I’ve also learned how to not waste my energies. Once I am satisfied that I’ve done all that I can, I’ve learned to keep it moving. Because you can drown in a flood while trying to rescue people. I’ve drowned a few times, lol! I just refuse to give up😌. It does take a toll, but I never regret helping others. It’s one of the things that make me happy.🥰

 

People wonder how I can be so loving, share positivity & love…Lol, trust me, it’s better to exist in this space than the one that I was in before. Every chance that I get to show someone Love, is a beautiful thing. Anytime someone remembers how to love themselves & share that? Absolutely PRICELESS. That’s how we change things.

 

But we have to see that we all live here. Why not make or contribute in making life a better thing to experience? A kind word, helping someone, asking someone if they’re okay, checking on your neighbors, smiling at people, heck! Don’t forget to smile at yourself, feed or clothe those in need, stop being able to send a text to a stranger but if you see abuse & suffering right under your nose you walk by, give that homeless person a blanket, food & make inquiries as to why they’re out in the cold, ask a child or adult if they’ve eaten, don’t try to change anyone try to help, STOP MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS, because if we all cared a bit more, what a world this would be. Yes, people trying to help get hurt and have even lost their lives. The irony? Those who fear this, would be awed that if those who helped had to do it all again? They would. Think about that.

 

This video touched my heart because often no one ever gives a shit about the abuser or the criminal. Although this is overstood, they weren’t born destroying lives & themselves. Something happened, whether we know it or not. It takes a different type of human being to do what they do at “Homeboy Industries.”

 

One person matters, because one by one, like drops of water forming the oceans, we’re uniquely created & even stronger together.

 

“We’re All In This Thing Called Life, TOGETHER…Remember?”❤️💛💚

By, Maxwanette A Poetess

✍🏾🇯🇲It Inna Mi Blood!~By, Maxwanette A Poetess🇯🇲✍🏾

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“It Inna Mi Blood”

Mi nuh noe wah ah di problem?

Afftah all, dis yah dayum talkin’,

Bout seh, mi ah Yankee.

Tell mi now. A wah all dis yah noise fah?

 

(KMT!)

 Yeh, a Foreign mi bawn,

But mi parents dem?

Dem ah natural bawn Yardie!

Most ah my family memba dem? A strictly Yard dem bawn & grow.

 

Suh a wah dat mek mi? A Jamerican???

Nuh true America mi bawn,

Nuh watch nuh face!

Jamaica runs threw my veins,

 

Mommy did ah look opportunity,

And Daddy did ah tek disadvantage!

Ah suh it guh,

Ah nuh my fault dat!

 

JAMAICA? Chuh-h-h!

No question nuh di deh!

JAMAICA?

It inna mi blood sah!

 

Heh-Hehhh!

Yah Mon…Yuh dun noe!

Nobody caayn deny mi.

Cause, I and I FEEL di riddim ah mi people.

Mi set inna di position, widdout inquisition,

 

Dat a deh suh, fimmi people come fram.

A deh suh, my Ancestors call out to me &

Mek mi noe seh,

Ah dem a help fi carry mi true. A pon fiddem back mi tan.

 

 

Jamaica?

(Kmt!)

Mon?

It Inna Mi Blood!

“Out of Many, One People”