A SHORT BIO PART OF ME,.......................
HOPE... IS LIKE A DRUG TO ME.
EVEN THOUGH I STRUGGLE, ONCE I'VE TASTED A BIT OF HOPE: I NEVER STOP TRYING TO GET BACK TO THAT TASTE OF HOPE, AND ALWAYS HOPING TO GO A LITTLE HIGH IN THAT HOPE THAT I ONCE TASTED.
SO WHEN SOMEONE TOLD ME THAT I WAS A STRONG LADY: I TOLD THEM THAT I AM NOT SO STRONG, I HAVE JUST HAD A SMALL TASTE OF HOPE IN MY LIFE, AFTER STRUGGLING TO DO WELL AND FAILED. ONCE I WAS AT MY HIGHEST LEVEL OF TRYING TO BE SOMEBODY, I TASTED SOME HOPE ALONG THE WAY, AND IT WAS GOOD TO SEE, AND TASTE SOME HOPE THERE: HOPE BEING SO GOOD, IN FACT, THAT I HAD TO HAVE MORE. ONCE I TASTED HOPE, IT GOT A HOLD ON ME LIKE A DRUG. DRIVEN, I NEVER WANTED TO GIVE UP TRYING TO GET BACK THAT LITTLE TASTE OF HOPE.
I NEVER GAVE UP ON MY SELF, EVEN WITH ALL THE PAIN THAT I HAVE HAD ENCOUNTERED A LONG THE WAY. I ALWAYS HAD HOPES FOR ANOTHER SNIFF, AND JUST ANOTHER TASTE OF HOPE, SO THAT I COULD REACH HOPE A LITTLE HIGHER WITH EACH TRIAL I GO THROUGH, PAIN AND ALL! THIS IS MY SECRET STRENGTH: NEVER TO GIVE IN TO DEFEAT, BUT ALWAYS STRIVING FOR THE HOPE TO DO BETTER FOR MYSELF.
YOU SEE, I WAS BORN A CHILD OF A PREACHER MAN, WHO BEAT THE SENSE OUT OF ME TO DISCIPLINED. BOUNDARIES WERE LEARNED, AS BLACK ON BLACK SLAVERY WAS HIDDEN SECRETLY IN TOUR HOME. I NEVER THOUGHT HOPE WAS REAL, GOD WAS PLASTIC, AND MY ASSIGNED ADULTS WERE CHILD MOLESTER, AND BULLIES. THIS WAS IN THE NINETEEN FIFTIES WHEN PRESIDENT KENNEDY AND DR. MARTIAN LUTHER KING WERE FIGHTING TO END THIS KIND OF ABUSE IN THE WORLD, WHILE MY FATHER KEPT IT GOING SECRETLY IN THE HOME. WHEN I FINALLY TASTED HOPE, I NEVER WANTED ANYTHING MORE THEN I WANTED TO KEEP THAT TASTE HOPE GOING IN MY LIFE.
ROSETTA W. NESBITT
QUEENOFLOVE
HOPE... IS LIKE A DRUG TO ME.
EVEN THOUGH I STRUGGLE, ONCE I'VE TASTED A BIT OF HOPE: I NEVER STOP TRYING TO GET BACK TO THAT TASTE OF HOPE, AND ALWAYS HOPING TO GO A LITTLE HIGH IN THAT HOPE THAT I ONCE TASTED.
SO WHEN SOMEONE TOLD ME THAT I WAS A STRONG LADY: I TOLD THEM THAT I AM NOT SO STRONG, I HAVE JUST HAD A SMALL TASTE OF HOPE IN MY LIFE, AFTER STRUGGLING TO DO WELL AND FAILED. ONCE I WAS AT MY HIGHEST LEVEL OF TRYING TO BE SOMEBODY, I TASTED SOME HOPE ALONG THE WAY, AND IT WAS GOOD TO SEE, AND TASTE SOME HOPE THERE: HOPE BEING SO GOOD, IN FACT, THAT I HAD TO HAVE MORE. ONCE I TASTED HOPE, IT GOT A HOLD ON ME LIKE A DRUG. DRIVEN, I NEVER WANTED TO GIVE UP TRYING TO GET BACK THAT LITTLE TASTE OF HOPE.
I NEVER GAVE UP ON MY SELF, EVEN WITH ALL THE PAIN THAT I HAVE HAD ENCOUNTERED A LONG THE WAY. I ALWAYS HAD HOPES FOR ANOTHER SNIFF, AND JUST ANOTHER TASTE OF HOPE, SO THAT I COULD REACH HOPE A LITTLE HIGHER WITH EACH TRIAL I GO THROUGH, PAIN AND ALL! THIS IS MY SECRET STRENGTH: NEVER TO GIVE IN TO DEFEAT, BUT ALWAYS STRIVING FOR THE HOPE TO DO BETTER FOR MYSELF.
YOU SEE, I WAS BORN A CHILD OF A PREACHER MAN, WHO BEAT THE SENSE OUT OF ME TO DISCIPLINED. BOUNDARIES WERE LEARNED, AS BLACK ON BLACK SLAVERY WAS HIDDEN SECRETLY IN TOUR HOME. I NEVER THOUGHT HOPE WAS REAL, GOD WAS PLASTIC, AND MY ASSIGNED ADULTS WERE CHILD MOLESTER, AND BULLIES. THIS WAS IN THE NINETEEN FIFTIES WHEN PRESIDENT KENNEDY AND DR. MARTIAN LUTHER KING WERE FIGHTING TO END THIS KIND OF ABUSE IN THE WORLD, WHILE MY FATHER KEPT IT GOING SECRETLY IN THE HOME. WHEN I FINALLY TASTED HOPE, I NEVER WANTED ANYTHING MORE THEN I WANTED TO KEEP THAT TASTE HOPE GOING IN MY LIFE.
ROSETTA W. NESBITT
QUEENOFLOVE
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