The Storm Roars

My problems with then was my disoriented ways

Matters of the heart, I do no comprehend

How will I make it through just another day, just another night, in my oblivious ways

Like leaches they are as thy braces my stomach

Stiffens me up to control that every moment

I am suppose to be something

Only the Universe know what the hell this can bring

I just leave them to rumble my world over and over again

Oh, in minutes I forget what my simple minded was trying to convey

If you don’t know it, well I don’t either, you control what the Quantum’s decided with that one-sided shot

Got to figure this out all by yourself

Just cleaned up my birds cage and the mud on my carpet

Small beginnings I have, big beginnings not to the end

It has a way of blocking the track

Numbing me up to feel the hacks

Got to feel the discomforts this women

So all that’s left is to protect my

descendants until Quantum’s cannot

destroy anything else

No worries, Insurance I proclaimed this goes pretty deep

Think you can handle this calling yourself

Quantum’s

Phoebe C

My life…My Story…👇

Why I do not need a Dad

Because My grandmother says, do not worry, he never did pay the dues, Humm…

My mother dear was probably a disgrace to the New Amsterdam Seventh Day Adventist Church to have these children of hers out of wedlock. People are of no joke back then even as of today. Criticism can be severe.

So, I must presume that I am unfit to be called an SDA queen. Must I resign from the dwelling of the church, I don’t think so, just avoid the fellowship.

The humiliation I face is hidden to an extend that I flee the human race. I decided so, no turning back. The universe is too disgraceful for one human to take in all such abuse.

Oh, I remembered, I am married to someone of a different culture and relational background. This is a great hindrance to the church and perhaps to my race. Go figure, I am a liberalist now and that’s what it takes.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s no other dam thing I can perhaps do but go to church for gatherings to worship a God that’s invisible to the human eye. I go no more because of the interferences of my worldly goods.

My French ways you want to learn huh, I have little figures coming up so, the avoidance is what they got.

You should have been a better steward of my arrival in the United States as It takes time to grow.

I have realized that you all did not want to share your gifts as the locals in the land called the Guyanese troops. I have learned it alright…Went back to that land for 3 months to learn of that culture that I had forgotten. Quite mesmerizing to the souls.

Some of y’all may need some of it in a minute when this crap hits the soul.
Anyway, it’s all good.

I’ve got three cultures in my soul and that means that I will never forget the good times I have lived in France.

Some complaints are that these Frenchies are interesting personalities. Why not? Leave the freaking people alone to enjoy their wine, cheese, and gold. This is not to be in excess but to enjoy a simplistic but energetic life forevermore.

My life, my stories👇

Have a blessed day😎

Phoebe’s Manuscript

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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

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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.