“I Don’t Want Your Pity!”


“I Don’t Want Your Pity”

I don’t want your pity

I can stand on my own

I’ve been through worse than this

And I’ve made it alone


No matter the journey

Or who watches the fight

I’ve gone through it

I’m still here and alright


You see obstacles, problems & stress

I don’t have that kind of time to waste

There’s just too much to live for

The knowledge of life, has a beautiful taste


So save your pity for those who seek it

As my energies propel me to places unseen

I have sprung forth from the, “coal-pressured-into-a-diamond” life

Blindingly swift, as I continue to gleam


You can keep it, for it isn’t needed…I don’t want your pity, lol!

~by Maxwanette A. Poetess


*Part of the “The Poetic Storm ~ Vol. II.” series.


“Bare Existence”


“Bare Existence “

Dark, dull, damp & dreary, 

Caught in this space of nothingness.


Barren memories, of what was, fade into itself. 

Trapped in the reflections, of ones existence.


Numbed to the “Knowledge Of Self.”

Never gaining the foundational footing, needed to find balance.


The wind moans, in the distance, As it cries for the loss of all causes.

And the raindrops, pelt a beat, known only to the dead.


Forgetting, forgotten, forgone…

And the forlorn stillness, becomes a tomb.

             by Maxwanette A. Poetess






It goes dark, as air is constricted.

Flashes of electricity, producing sharp


A woman, pregnant with child, Absorbs the blows given,

by an abusive husband.

She howls in pain,

As she and her unborn feel the wrath of hatred & ignorance.

The welcoming of this little life,

Viewed as a constant reminder of a heinous mistake, NEVER to be forgotten.

Abused by the very ones, who regrettably gave her life.

Her essence and hymen torn away

by her Daddy’s tongue…

Passed around the family tree, as they plucked their piece from her body, damaging her

Soul & giving her,

“The Kiss of Death.”

Poor ting,

She never had a chance.

Sweet, innocent, likkle BabyGirl…”Force-riped.”

by Maxwanette A. Poetess

“Force~Ripe” is a Jamaican label, given to very young girl children, that due to abuse, which is often sexual, have been forced to become adults before their time. It is also used if these young girls are seen or known to adopt adult ways, i.e. Smoking, drinking, dressing in a degrading manner, their mannerisms and or how they speak. It is also used when a child has taken on adult issues and or problems (voluntarily or not), and they have to make adult decisions or choices. It matures the child before normal circumstances would.

The term “Force~Ripe”, isn’t a positive one. It’s almost like a “Kiss of Death.” For the damages often caused due to this, can destroy the child for life or it can strengthen the child. It can be a difficult journey to get through & it does change an individual.

“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚


You are not alone and people care.

1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453) The Childhelp National Child Abuse Hotline is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. All calls are confidential. 

Childhelp National Child Abuse Hotline 


National Hotlines 

National Domestic Violence Hotline 
Staffed 24 hours a day by trained counselors who can provide crisis assistance and information about shelters, legal advocacy, health care centers, and counseling.  

1-800-799-SAFE (7233) 
1-800-787-3224 (TDD)  

Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network 
The Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network (RAINN) is the nation’s largest anti-sexual assault organization.  Among its programs, RAINN created and operates the National Sexual Assault Hotline at 1.800.656.HOPE and the National Sexual Assault Online Hotline at rainn.org . This nationwide partnership of more than 1,100 local rape crisis centers provides victims of sexual assault with free, confidential services, 24 hours per day, 7 days per week.  These hotlines have helped over 1.3 million people since RAINN’s founding in 1994.





I will not leave these young Souls,

to drown in the bottomless Sea of Disaster.

I will stand firm,

As the fight gets harder & harder.

I will rise above the shame, pain, doubts & noise…

I will help to give these 9 Lives a voice.

No longer will we be silent, as we’ve been taught to do.

I will be their support, take their plight to the rafters if I have to.

Threats will not stop me, instead they will make me stronger.

And always on the forefront, “#9LivesMatter!”

*Inspired by 9 little & young Souls, that refuse to allow hell to consume them.


“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚

by Maxwanette A. Poetess

National Child Abuse Hotline:







“No Changes”

nochanges(Picture derived from Bing)


You didn’t want to change.

Instead, you wanted to continue to lay the blame,

That I was reacting to my past & residual pains…

So, there was nothing more, that I could do.


It was driving me insane,

As I retreated within my own brain, to protect myself from you.

But I laugh & I grin, as my thoughts no longer spin…

It wasn’t me, “It Was Him!” – He clearly stated, he was simply too old to change.


You are right, this is your life, but I cannot be your wife,

For I have nothing for you to prove.

Saddening reality that it was, this powerful thing called love,

So, I left…And left the “No Changes”, with you.

by Maxwanette A. Poetess

“No Jurispudence!”


“No Jurisprudence”

Define me,

haven’t you done so already?

Judge me, as you are compelled to do.

Convict me, condemn the way I live.

Rejoice, at my expense.

Try, to destroy my sense of self.

Believe, the preconceived notions built upon lies of the deceivers.

Allow me, to defend myself.

Educate me, on the false doctrines that you perpetuate generation to generation.

Justify me…

Only I can do that.

*Inspired by the Injustice in the Matrix.

by Maxwanette A. Poetess

“True Colors”


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“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass… it’s learning to dance in the rain” ~Anonymous

True Colors

You talked, you smiled..

Knowing all the while,

The mission, in which you set for yourself.

You glided, you moved,

Fully aware of the grooves,

That only your presence could possibly make.

You laughed, vibed on a whole,

Showing calmness & lack of control,

As you exposed the realness, of your lost Soul.

Putting aside, all that gleamed,

Expressing what you really mean

Robbing your essence, your very presence, of who you’re created to be.

I looked out, through the rain,

As your Soul begged to dance again.

But you hardened your ears to the rhythm.

Selling yourself to the highest bidder,

Not even leaving, a miniscule sliver,

Of the magnificence that once, was you.

I stand in the rain…all alone,

Closing my eyes, feeling my way home…

“I Dance!”

by Maxwanette A. Poetess