Poetic Drama

By Deborah Wofford

Poetic Drama is the story behind closed doors.
Its about refusing to be a victim anymore and claiming whats yours.
Its about looking for love in the wrong place.
Its about being abused and finding love through Gods grace.
Poetic drama is about a woman who found the courage to dream.
While looking in the mirror building her self esteem.
This woman was a drug addict and codependent at the very least.
Dysfunctional relationships and abuse she had no peace.
Drugs, rape domestic violence she nearly lost her mind.
She decided to take a chance and leave that life behind.
This is only a portion of what she been through.
She leaves your mind wondering waiting for Part two.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 28, 2010
• ISBN: 9781456807894

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Copyright © 2010 by Deborah Wofford.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2010916334

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4568-0788-7

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Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

From the Day I Was Born

Chapter 2

Let the drama begin

Chapter 3

Still Searching For Love

Chapter 4

Heart to Heart

Chapter 5

Love is an Addiction Just like Drugs for Me

Chapter 6

Escaping My Abuser

Chapter 7

Giving It to You Raw

Chapter 8

I finally found Love

About The Author

Introduction

This book is dedicated to my Lord Jesus Christ my personal savior.

I wouldn’t be where I am without his favor.

I dedicate this to everyone that did me wrong.

I forgive you now I’m free to move on.

What was meant to hurt and destroy me made me strong?

I forgave those that did me wrong because God for gave me.

My hurt and pain is a part of my testimony.

I stopped worrying about what’s wrong so I can appreciate what’s right.

My enemies can’t touch me while God is holding me tight.

I dedicate this book to Robert Sullivan to encourage him with hope.

And thank him for being there when I reached the end of my rope.

I give my Lord and savior all the honor praise and glory.

I pray God touch many lives through my life story.

I fell more than a few times but I got back up again.

This book is dedicated to those without hope and a friend.

I am trying to encourage others to be happy instead of being sad.

I look for the good in people instead of looking at the bad.

I dedicate this to my sister who’s going through what I went through.

Jane Etta Ashley you are my sister I will always love you.

This is to all my nieces and nephews and everyone else.

I hope this book inspire you to believe in yourself.

You gotta keep hope alive by holding onto your dream.

Imma do what ever I can to build your self esteem.

I had ninety nine problems to go with my nightmare.

But every time I turned around God was there.

To my daughter Dayjah smile hold your head up high.

Serve the Lord with all your heart don’t me shy.

Jayden Jamal Wofford don’t worry one day you will speak.

Karen Marie Yancey God is too strong to let you be weak.

Jalen no matter what you will always be my sun shine.

Don’t be afraid to take a change have faith leave your worries behind.

I dedicate this to everyone that believes in God.

I wanna challenge you to start trusting the Lord when times get hard.

It’s time to be very bold and brave it’s time to trust God at his word.

God is a deal breaker he’s a miracle worker haven’t you heard.

Chapter 1

From the Day I Was Born

God created me before I was born he knew what I was worth.

God had plans for my life before my birth.

I was a healthy baby although I was born with sugar diabetes.

Back then I didn’t know that was the start of my testimonies.

The bible tells us we’re all born in sin.

Pay attention as the drama of my life story begin.

My great, great grandmother took me to church and had me blessed.

She was filled with the Holy Spirit she didn’t take the devils mess.

She had the preacher pray healing over me.

Then she kept on praising the Lord and that became her testimony.

Madea prayed and placed a nail in the wall.

She prayed when I out grew the nail I wouldn’t have diabetes at all.

She took me back to the doctor the diabetes was gone.

That was something Madea knew all alone.

She was amazed by the look on the doctor’s face.

As he told her the diabetes was gone without a trace.

She trusted God she knew I would be completely healed.

Madea had the Holy Spirit oh yah she was completely filled.

Madea had faith that could move any mountain.

She was and empty pitcher and God was her fountain.

As a child she took me to Sunday school.

I learned about the Lord I thought Madea was really cool.

As I got older I got on the usher board.

Then I started learning more about the Lord.

I learned about the Lord through Madea and her prayers.

I knew of the Lord but didn’t really know him or how much he cares.

When I had a problem I knew to call on God.

I didn’t know him personally so I still felt rather odd.

All I know is I had a whole lot of pain in my heart.

My miracles came from my grandmothers prayers.

And my Step father was the cause of my nightmares.

My stepfather was evil he treated me like dirt.

He said things to me that really hurt.

He made me feel like I was the scum of the earth.

He took any hope of me having self worth.

I got good grades in school but that didn’t matter.

Everything I did good or bad made him madder.

I got blamed for everything that went wrong.

He made me feel hopeless I felt all alone.

No matter what I did I was always wrong.

That abuse caused me so much hurt and pain.

I thought about jumping in front of a moving train.

He told me if I told any one thing’s would get worst.

He made me believe my life was nothing more than a cure.

He hit me so hard my head went through the wall.

He was a monster that stood about 6 feet tall.

I’m telling you this man was mean he didn’t play.

I was scared out of my mind when he caught me smoking one day.

He made me hold burning matches until it burned my finger.

My step father put me and my emotions through the wringer.

I wanted to cut his head off and put it in a freezer.

Especially when he made a belt called the pleaser.

He doubled two dog straps and put tape around it.

He beat me so bad I could barely sit.

This monster was mean and hateful truly hard to live with.

It would please him to beat me I don’t know why.

I had so much rage inside me I got to the point I wouldn’t cry.

I got to the point I was immune to the torture of pain.

This man was cruel he was totally insane.

Madea wouldda killed him if only she knew.

I was afraid to tell her afraid of what he might do.

He told me I should have died the day I was born.

There was a piece of my heart completely torn.

He would make the dog bite at me and chase me.

To this very day when I see a dog I’m scared as can be.

This man hated me he was like a loaded gun.

When I seen him coming it was time to run.

The emotional abuse made me feel like I was the devil.

How could a human being stoop to that level?

This man was really a horrible creature.

I was in total shock when he became a preacher.

He was a wonderful man in the pulpit.

It didn’t change the way he felt about me not one bit.

I tried my best to be picture perfect.

I never knew what would happen next.

This was a nightmare but I was wide awake.

When I was sleep it was the only time I had a break.

This man was ruthless it’s an understatement to say he was mean.

I started enjoying life when I got on the cheerleading team.

Madea was my rock Lord knows she was my best friend.

Never the less she couldn’t make my nightmares end.

I turned 12 years old oh my God here comes the nightmares.

It started when I was alone and scared up stairs.

My step brother threw me down and got on top of me.

I was hurt and scared so I closed my eyes so I couldn’t see.

I couldn’t believe he would do this to me.

He put his private part inside my private part.

That wasn’t the end it was just the start.

Day after day this pain continued to grow in my heart.

I was scared to tell anyone afraid no one would believe me.

He left evidence when he left his seed growing inside me.

I held all that hurt and pain inside.

But there was one thing I couldn’t hide.

I started my menstrual cycle early and that was a problem for me.

I missed my cycle then it became a problem for the whole family.

I missed my cycle because there was a baby growing inside.

This was the family secret everyone tried hide.

My mom took me to the doctor he said there’s a baby inside you.

I cried