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


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.



✨✍🏾No Longer Afraid ~ By, Maxwanette A Poetess✍🏾✨

No Longer Afraid

I am no longer afraid.

I gaze,

at what this life brings.


I’ve bathed in the sheer madness

of hoping, for Souls

to see what they’re envisioning.


I feel the vibes, from those before, then, was, now & is.

A continuous pulse of the vibrational~binaural, energetic coating of the Universe…

Of Us.


Existence can be so frigid & barren,

Yet caress with such supple warmth…

exposing both sides of the proverbial coin.


Carved from the “Rock of Existence” – giving birth to humanity.

Distorted distractions lacking then relearning…LOVE,

infused to skirting off reality.


Compelled to perpetuate motion,

encompassing mobilities traction.

Embracing the vivacity of the power, significantly created within.

Realigning, Balancing & Leveling…

I am no longer afraid.

✨✍🏾Who Loves The Unlovable? ~ By, Maxwanette A Poetess✍🏾✨

Who Loves The Unlovable?

Who loves the Unlovable?

Who cares about the terrible,

Being or actions that deems one horrible?

Who loves the incorrigible?

The toxic & the hateful,

When it seems they’re unhealable?

Who could love the atrocities?

Committed by their animosities,

Which reflect the internal damage & hatred of self?

Who loves this destructive being?

Lacking of genuine feelings,

Disguised by their narcissistic version of love?

Who loves the dysfunction?

Like roaches, designed to forever function,

Through the phased calamities of existence?

Who loves the ones that become monsters,

Designed & created by the masters,

That carve life for us to live?

Who loves the unlovable?


This poem was created during the thought process of when Love is missing, denied (from others & of self) not properly given/shared…It can & often does produce beings that are deemed unlovable.

It causes one to think, how an individual could or may have been if things were different and or if Love was within, given & shared.

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

By, Maxwanette A Poetess

✨✍🏾***MY PEOPLE…*** Who Told You That You Didn’t Matter?~By, Maxwanette A Poetess✍🏾✨#FebruaryIsBlackHistoryMonth


(Picture derived from Google)

***MY PEOPLE…***

Who Told You That You Didn’t Matter?

Who told you that you didn’t matter?

When did someone take away the radiance of your shine?

Do you even recall giving it away?



What was going on,

When your heart forgot, the right ways…

in which to beat?



How do you wear that mask so well?

That it hides the realness…of YOU,

Yet never covers your Soul, as you lose the connection to your spirit.



Where is that deceiver,

That fooled you into becoming a believer,

That you are less than who you are or created to be???



How pathetic they look,

As they try to break you.

Unable to fathom, nor destroy, the energy of your being.



The “Powers That Be”,

Grudging your destiny, constantly envious of your energy.

Road-Blocking you, as you create ways, to do what you do.



They manipulate, delegate and try to separate,

You from the divinity within self.

Careful! This is deeper than you think…But yet we all know.



Being whirled around, like a topless gig,

Never allowing you to cease.

For if you did, apparent would be the undercurrents

of their decisive intentions to annihilate your very spirit!



Whoever told you that you didn’t matter,

Is already less than, subhuman, that would never overstand,

You may distract destiny, but stopping it is futile.



Come now, take my hand

Rise-up, Stand-up, Walk proud.

Know who you are, as you own your own brand.



Stop giving the negativity, the remote to your life.

Who told you that you didn’t matter?

Lol! “Baby? Don’t believe the hype!”

©Maxwanette A Poetess

✨🌹Do A Clean Sweep, Because Not Everyone Is In Your Corner🌹✨

How many of us have moments where we feel like, “Wait…Something is wrong with this picture?” You give & give, yet it seems like those in your life, just take & take?

Well it maybe sad, yet the stark reality is, not everyone in your life or that you encounter means you the best. Only you (each & everyone of us) can put a stop to it. “Do a clean sweep!”

Stop allowing people to use you & take you for granted. Trent Shelton explains it in a great way…

“Refuse To Be Used” by, Trent Shelton


By, Maxwanette A Poetess

*All pictures derived from Google

✨🌹To All Of My Followers & Friends…🌹✨

“Hi Everyone!!!” 🙋🏾‍♀️🙋🏾‍♀️🙋🏾‍♀️

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It’s a pleasure having you here!

Have a great day & continued existence.

“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚

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

By, Maxwanette A Poetess