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A strong woman works out every day to keep her body in shape… But a woman of strength builds relationships to keep her soul in shape. A strong woman isn’t afraid of anything… But a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear. A strong woman won’t let anyone get the best of her… But a woman of strength gives the best of herself to everyone. A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future… A woman of strength realizes life’s...

Choices can make you or break you. Choices can make your life better or destroy your life. What choice did you make today?  I can’t not today! I’m too busy! I don’t have time for that right now! Maybe later! I have to go to work! I’m a single mom! I have to pay these bills! These are all words that I have used over the years. Nineteen years to be exact. That’s how long Samaad lived; nineteen years, six months,...

A thread of love joins us all; It’s flimsy. At times it trembles; Almost breaks. A thread of love joins us all; It’s slender And sublte. But when things get rough, It tightens,  Becomes tough, And hauls us back together. This poem was dedicated by Dennis Manuel (Samaad’s Uncle)🖐🏽💙 ...

Tell me, how it is that flowers continue to bloom When you are not here to see them, How can the sunrise brazenly appear When your eyes cannot see, How can a gentle breeze soothe the hurried and harried When you are not able to feel it, How can the grass grow to become a thick carpet When your toes can’t feel it, Why do birds serenade the masses with whistled messages When you are not able to hear it, How can the moon shine and light the earth Knowing you...

No more calls No more texts No more hugs No more smiles JUST EMPTINESS No more getting on my nerves No more calling me Kimberly No more eating all of the food No more NOT cleaning his room No more cries ADJUSTING TO THE SILENCE OF A CHILD It’s awkward and painful that I will never hear his voice again My new normal No more basketball games No more friends coming over to visit him No more video game fights No more days weeks or months MOMENTS ARE SO PRECIOUS NOW Minutes and seconds mean the world to...

With tragedy comes questions. What exactly happened? Why did this happen? Why did they choose my son? Could I have done something to change this? Maybe if I did this or that something might have changed? Did it have to go so far as to take his life? What could be that serious? As the days go on, I realize I’m trying to make sense out of NONSENSE! There is nothing I could have done to change the actions of the...