One woman stands a lone on a blog. Posting for change. And asking for help from family and friends. One woman is changing how her Mamas see her. And at the end of the day. Themselves.
One woman who was called many things and names. Stephanie. Belinda. Stupid. Bastard. Angel. Devil. Trap. Rescuer. Shameful.
Am I all that? Is what has been said about me. Me? Does everyone have the story straight? My story was never straight. How can anyone see straight?
But I learned. How to untie it. How to walk folks out of the web they’ve caught themselves in. To freedom from shame. Shame can only come if we give up and stop trying to be better.
My Mamas were lies too. And they lied to me. It was all they had. Now. They know the truth. So watch out world. I’ve grounded them back into who we are as a whole. Now joined in the mind as well as in spirit. Conscious of each other. Awake. Present and not living fairytales any longer.
Creating a new. A way better story than a scam. And as people stop by to read. They are changed because I keep going. Which means they can too. And I shine my light to show them the work I do. For Mamas turned around. Living an old life like lots wife. So they won’t turn to salt like she. Our promised land is ahead. Not behind.
Saying goodbye to all you ever knew is hard. But there no need to wander. The promised land is today. Wiser for knowing the affect of scam on their girl and themselves. We begin again.
This Coffin shut. Let’s lower it down. It’s floating away in flames. Can we all agree yet?
And begin again anew. When will it be convenient for me to come home to be ok to be myself? When? Will I be paid back with what is due?
one person makes a world of difference.