Phoebe's Manuscript

I know, Christmas has come and gone…Let’s think Black History Month

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A pleasant story of a woman who has lost and found the courage to live again.
She found friends in strange places. On a special trip.
She was discouraged when a simple bird started singing melodious harmony.
The birdie strange chirps awakened her to look deep within herself and discovered how lovely she really could be.
It’s quite a story of encouragement as never to lose hope in herself again.

AUTHORED by Phoebe C.

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PHOEBE’S MANUSCRIPT | Phoebe’s Journey … Be Inspired

I KNOW, CHRISTMAS HAS COME AND GONE…LET’S THINK Black History Month… E-Book…It can be purchased directly in Apple Books for a simple price. 👇 A pleasant story of a woman who…

Source: PHOEBE’S MANUSCRIPT | Phoebe’s Journey … Be Inspired

PHOEBE'S MANUSCRIPT

I KNOW, CHRISTMAS HAS COME AND GONE…LET’S THINK Black History Month…

E-Book…It can be purchased directly in Apple Books for a simple price. 👇

A pleasant story of a woman who has lost and found the courage to live again.
She found friends in strange places. On a special trip.
She was discouraged when a simple bird started singing melodious harmony.
The birdie strange chirps awakened her to look deep within herself and discovered how lovely she really could be.
It’s quite a story of encouragement as never to lose hope in herself again.

Authored by Phoebe C.

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This is what they are

Do I even hate the voice inside of me, perhaps I do…It seems as though they are in love with a person that hates the dickens out of you. I call them Zeus. They are closer than we think. Right there in our faces. Peeping, jumping and showing off to humanly bodies and to the world…

All-day a man I call Zeus follows me, telling me I have no way to go besides you. Really, well I have decided from day two, you are not welcome on me anymore. Stop dreaming about me and stop thinking of touching my naked body.

Always a shame to expose my self knowing that this thing is not adhering to human beings’ rules. One man ticking and the other man humping imaging what to do with the sexual rules.

Enough that my uncle was accused of provocation and the victim roams around with the bundle

Zeus, it is, accusing everybody.

Someone tries to contact, my head freezes. Enough of this imaginary Zeus using that lighting finger to squeeze the zest from my skull. My pains are hard, I have to bear it.

Complains or complaints not, it confuses the thoughts.

I cannot help anybody as jealous rage lingers within. Pain blocks me as if my sinuses function at one. My relief comes from no drugs.

This is a hard one indeed, it hesitates to control me anymore. I am programmed with a silver spoon in my mouth. Happy I am to make it though.

I do not care about religiosity, they know it. Speaking to me was a sacred default. Messing up a friendship of all the loved one’s belief. The aftermath cannot be cleaned up.

My birth-Feet

I thought I was looking for answers to my life

In actuality, I suppose I am not

These Intuitions again

Just ringing in my ears

Tellin I to find that fatherly figure dear

He chose not to be there

Or perhaps he did

My motherly does not know all anymore

So how the hell should I know

What happened that famous day

The day It was manipulated to be birth

How do we Rebuild Guyana

So, let’s talk about railroads in Guyana…
A sawmill business bought by the British to set up in 1894 a well-functioning transportation system.
The railroad provided access through Guyana’s primeval forest to the upper Essequibo’s Goldfield.
Being that Guyana was the only country that provided and exported a prized hardwood at the time, this functioning railroad was a prized possession

The railroad tracks ran south along the Demera River until it reached that area near the current Mackenzie bridge.
Near 1900, here comes a spanking new railroad linking the two rivers. We all know that Guyana is a land surrounded by many waters though…In fact, its country is below sea level which is preoccupying with somebody. The railroads created businesses and were used to move people and pieces of equipment around from one point to the other.

It brought hope for a brighter future. All sorts of jobs were created for the future of the people. Life improved for many.
Sadly, for the last 40 years, Guyana has regressed into a total disaster causing the country to fail its people over and over again.

In spite of it all, Guyana has moved into a different era. Natural Resources are back into the flow.
The minds of the ancestors are connected to make futuristic decision to uphold.
Railroad opportunists, take advantage of this break…Let the Oil flow
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