I couldn’t have been more than three
and you were teaching me the abc’s
you would tell me to say the letter U
I would say “me”, you would say no, say U
I would say “Yvette”, then you would laugh at me
I remember you said my eyes made me look Chinese
our relationship has been tumultuous, hateful at it’s worst
but it has been worth it
I look at you and see so much of myself
my strength, my courage, my loving ways
even my own disappointments I sometimes see on your face
my creativity and love for words
my ability to make something out of nothing
to strut my stuff with style without a nickel in my pocket
I press on and hold my head high
that is what I have seen you do all of your life
I want you to know I am so proud of you
I see what you’ve been through
let me say that again
I see what you’ve been through
it made you bend but not break
it amazes me how you are still smiling and laughing
with such beautiful hues
in all of us lives the essence of you
I see you, the kind, generous woman
the I don’t take no mess woman
the sweet, loving but I am going to still tell you about yourself woman
who did her best with what she had woman
I see the wonderful woman
I am so glad you are still alive
we can sit here together and count our blessings
and be grateful to God that we did not have to feel this standing at a grave
I want you know I really love you, thank you for being my mother
we have overcome a legacy of hate
the curse has been broken, our ancestors celebrate
we both have the strength of Mamie and the wisdom of Bertha
the generations after us will be built on love
of that I am certain
Yvette Mozayik “the souls’ poet”
Therapy has given me the power to control my emotions. It also gave me the knowledge that I am not my feelings. The past no longer stops me from being consistent in pursuing my goals.
Without the constant interruptions of Depression, PTSD and the time spent regaining control I am able to realize my dreams of living in my purpose.
To those looking from the outside it may appear that I am slow,. I have been judged with people saying that I should be further along than I am, but they don’t know the struggle to get here in a place of peace. A place of trusting God and the God in me.
Nothing can stop me. Watch me Rise
Before therapy I handled stress by running and hiding from life
going under the covers not letting in any light
after therapy though, I use my tools
put on some funky music
dance until the frown is soothed
grab a walking stick
go for a stroll and wack the shit out of uselessness
now, that I have tools to navigate through the rough terrain
a smile is not far away
now, I know I am worth the effort
I don’t need anyone to tell me that
I killed the metaphoric demons
that used to taunt me and make me believe
that these negative thoughts are real
I know better now, so I use my tools
soon all of the gloom has bloomed into gratitude
that I made it through but more than that I ain’t blue
I am bright orange and yellow
spreading happy energy to my fellow
soul seekers of light
by mozayik “the souls’ poet”
Karma is not a bitch. Karma is sweet. Karma is fair.
She will give you what you deserve
and about your feelings she doesn’t care.
She will pay you in love,
If that is what you reap.
sowing seeds of love and positivity
will keep you out of the path of Karma’s negative proclivity.
Karma will be your friend,
until you make her your enemy.
Whether you acknowledge her or not
she will bite that ass no doubt
it is an absolute guarantee.
See, me and Karma go way back
to a time when I did not know
I finally woke up when my love debt was past due.
I had burned too many bridges,
so, a reckoning with Karma I had to do
that changed my views.
Everyone will get what they are due.
No matter your hue.
I love every day my very best,
I am reaping love in abundance cause I let go of judgments,
no more right or wrong.
I am living the moments of my life’s song
I have created a life in love for myself,
my journey is filled with valley blessings.
I am receiving my wealth of love that Karma has dispensed.
by Mozayik “the souls’ poet” © 61917
I am literally loving the skin I am in. I have self-worth. There was a time in my life when I did not know what self-love felt like. After therapy I understand how to keep loving myself no matter the circumstances. There have been times in my life recently when I’ve been challenged to be who I say I am.
Before therapy I thought I really trusted God, and I did, according to my life experiences at that point in life. I had to learn how to rely on the God in me. Because I am made in the image of God. I have the God-given attribute to speak things into existence. God gave that attribute to all of us. I have experienced creating my desires with the words I have spoken. Before therapy I didn’t have the ability to trust anyone not even myself. I took personal what happened to me as a child.
After therapy I realize that I am able to take care of me and to protect myself. What happened in the past had nothing to do with me. I just happened to be caught in someone else’s hell or those were the circumstances my soul chose for my purpose in this lifetime.
I have been in codependent relationships that relied on me being disabled in sort of way, be it physical or psychological. We were both needy and dependant. It was not healthy because it enabled dysfunction.
My faith in God is strengthened after therapy. I know God will provide me with the power to change the parts of my personality that do not serve me well. I am a work in progress and every day I am provided with opportunities to be better than the day before. I have self-worth. I know what I bring to the table of love. My spot in the Universe is important. I have confidence in my ABILITY to manifest the vision God has given me for my life.
After therapy I still stumble and on occasion fall down but the difference is I don’t sit in it, or feel sorry for myself. I search for the Silver Lining my grandmother Mamie J Coopwood taught me could be found inside every cloud. The lesson gleaned provides the springboard to change. She also taught me that Practice makes perfect. So I believe without a doubt that the tools I practiced in therapy will continue to provide support out in the REAL WORLD. I am better today than yesterday but not as good as I will be tomorrow. I am grateful for God’s Grace and Mercy. Holding on to Happy is easy to do after therapy.
Calling someone crazy is the lowest of the low digs that an emotional antagonist uses to dismiss and discount someone with mental illness. We with mental illness struggle to not feel, think, or appear crazy. It hurts worse when it comes from someone that has first hand knowledge of your struggle to overcome the stigma of mental illness.
Calling someone crazy is like throwing a dagger that lands in the middle of our heart and it stays there for days while we struggle to tell ourselves that we arenot crazy.
We are what happened to us. We did not give ourselves P,T.S.D. or depression.
I have worked hard in therapy to undo what has been done unto me and to call me crazy invalidates every thing I have sacrificed to be make myself whole.
Calling me crazy triggers me to a place that is hard to return. The spirits of the past are all too willing to remind me of what happened to me. I have to fight to keep from falling into the deep hole of depression.
In the past it took me weeks, even months to return to a place of peace where I control the thoughts and images that enter my mind. I mean, really?, do people really think I enjoy this shit? I isolate because I am bruised and cant stand for anyone to look at me feeling defeated. I want to disappear and not have to deal with the exhaustion of fighting an invisible enemy.
I feel it licking at my heels
it pulls and laughs at me
I have to dig deep
pull out what God has given me for this storm
God can you hear me
as I scream from the depth of my soul
it is grabbing my ankles
its slithers up my legs
when it reaches my heart
I am full
I burst when it reaches my mind
I sling slander in my path
so you wont hinder my form of descent
into the pits of hell
sunshine blue skies seem so far a way
But God, when I reach my lowest
the light is waiting
it holds me
it consoles me
I breath in the energy
I need to make this reappearance sweet
the light of love
heals me with relief
whose I am
by mozayik “the souls’ poet”