From American shores bordering the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic and beyond,
I'm very proud to join the tribute and celebration of Veterans both dead and alive.
You've served this country, our friends and neighbors, both domestic and abroad,
giving so much of yourselves without selfish thought or huge financial rewards.
Joining the salute of "all" Veterans and no words could ever hope to convey gratitude
felt by me and all who appreciate and honor your sacrifice and a job so well done.

Up early as usually but this time with a mission to complete Halloween Costumes.
Not a pain free day most definitely, but have kids who rely on me to be a good mom.

Everyone has haters; the two faced, "your girls" wanting your guy or envy clothes style,
or randoms you never met, desiring your life, home or new car bought with hard work.

Most days what's posted on sites about me makes not a bit of difference in my world,
I ignore and move on with my life, know haters have nothing better to do than gossip.

No news is good news and nothing from my usual "Town Criers" saying "Guess What?"
One day got messages in text, "You have been labeled Babylon's ***** by Craiglisters!"

Not a "lol" nor "Roflmao" situation. Thinking, What in the world? and How in the world?
Me, Ms. Abstaining and they, who love assuming and posting drama without thought.

Their world; small town America and believers of truth in "all" internet rumors and media,
not willing to give benefit of doubt, once minds, so limited in thought, have been made up.

E-mail inquiries from potential employers I never met from destinations far far away,
asking and informing that person with such low morals shall never be part of their world.

Drama finds me and neither welcome nor do I seek it out, way too emotionally draining,
believer in live and let live, authored "Celibacy" poem to stop jokes made to my kids.

Who knew that trying for your dreams could bring forth bringers or illogical pure hatred?
Who knew that emotions of my children whom I love, would be affected by narrow minds?

After family conference and with full support, by the way, had to explain "*****" to son,
this mom carries on and still on second journey pursuing dreams and making realities.

If I give up dreams it will never be because someone posted bold faced lies on open forum,
it will be because I choose to do it with good reasons and those reasons are mine alone.

Pitfalls? Have been numerous. Will? Strong and still determined to see this through to end.
Tomorrow isn't promised and hear my dad say, "Daughter, go forth and let haters be fuel!"

don't care if you think my poems ****
don't care if you read them because
you think they might not be good enough
for nobody but me to read. I am learning
and trying to write good poems and
i think some of the ones **** but i
learned i might be wrong in saying
poems **** other than mine.

Not much schooling is why i write the way i do
an what i write is stuff on my mind.
what is on my mind is all the stuff i regret
all the stuff that has been eating at me
and chewing up my time and i am not happy
about lots of stuff like his dumping me but
found new job thanks to nice lady i used to
call names like colored on craigslist. she
replied number two message i sent
with admit of what i done wrong to her
and she forgave me but still did not get
him back. Talked to police saying i was
friend of a friend and made mention of
all done and he said tell your friend
she could get a lot of jail time for
doing what i done for net crime if some
body wanted to press charges swear i did
not know it was  crime but nice lady promise
she would not have me put in jail if i promise
never do it again. not gonna be like Paula D
no more talking bout black men being
slave like and on plantation and wont say what
my family said like them folks need to go back to
afrcas or coloreds dont have feelings they just like
animals know that is not what people should
be saying bout no one now. changed my mind
seeing  blacks aint stupid from the lady who nice
and told me some place to go to get a new job she
said not to say her name no more in my poems
sorry for that so i removed poem. changed my name
here to new
one.

Proud to be celibate and writing "not" from a place called "be ashamed".  
Touchy subject and taboo to most, this discussion of abstinence.
For me it's about keeping most intimate physical part of my being,
untouched by man until heart joins in marriage to the one I love.
Not judging lifestyle choices or anyone who makes personal decisions
based upon their own beliefs and what they feel is right for them.
Times I've been in love? Proud to say, I can count on only "one" hand.
My body "is" my temple and all parts to be shared only with my true love.

I don't think it's possible to be too pretty.
When you're pretty you don't get ignored.
You go to the front of lines and get freebies.
You get the best guys and the best of life.
There's no such thing as being too pretty.

Men who I wont date are better off asking other people out.
"You're a real looker!" That's what I'm told and I like that.
Long brown wavy hair falling down my back as I walk.
I get guys who come up to me wanting to touch my hair and
get a very close look to see if my face is that pretty and real.  
It's nice to be asked out by guys I like and ones I wont date.
When I'm shopping and I'm checking out clothes in size zero
I get guys coming up to me asking me if they can buy for me.
What's not to like about that being the girl who is picked first?
At dances I never sit one out I have guys falling over themselves
just because I'm a very pretty girl and there's nothing wrong in that.
Big question is if I was a plain Jane would I get guys who want to
buy me sports cars, Bahamas trips or be their sweet little sugar baby?