In All Ugliness, Beauty Lies Within

By Debra L. Fonseca

In all ugliness, beauty lies within, representing individuals like you and me, who are willing to look deep inside ourselves to admit the truth about the ugliness in us. Do not only admit it, but address it where it demonstrates strength and strong will to overcome lifes challenges without making excuses. Everyone knows that life can be unfair at times; the question is, during the midst of it, how are we going to react?
Usually, in the face of adversity, one is defined in character. This book expresses a lot of heartache, as well as triumph. I am hoping that my readers will embrace the essence of its beauty although shown in darkness because all can relate. At some point or another, life has hit you with uncertainty; the fact that you are reading this book proves your triumph over lifes setbacks. I am proud of you.
Within these pages, I have tried to reveal the reality of bondage in its true form then turned it around for beauty for the sole propose of saving other peoples lives through awareness. If I can turn ugliness into art through creative writing, then there are no limits to what you can do; just do humbly, and loveliness and grace will beseech you and everything you set your hearts to do in life will prosper.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781493126330

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Copyright © 2013 by Debra L. Fonseca.

Copyedited by Alekzandra T. Lanoy

Reviewed by Romeo Angelo Rizarri

Library of Congress Control Number:   2013920334

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-4931-2632-3

                Softcover        978-1-4931-2631-6

eBook             978-1-4931-2633-0

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Contents

Dedication

Foreword

Introduction

Life’s Meaning

Time Waits for No One

Ugliness in Its True Form

Kevin, My Son

Syphilis, O Thou, Syphilis

Washed in the Spirit

Victory

Heaven’s Voice

Open and Closed Doors

Black, White, Gray

Innocent

A Sinner’s Prayer

I Know What My Skeleton Looks Like

Happiness

Black

Bitter Cold

Ruler

Unequally Yoked

What If?

A Hit and Run

Blemish Free

Mirrors

Prosperity

Prejudice

Make-Believe

Thoughts

Friends

Fallen Angel

Generation

Wisdom

Identity Crisis

Judgment Day

Diamond

Undergarment

Can Opener

Beauty

Life

Out with the Old. In with the New

The Journey of Living

The Alphabet

Lust

Earth

A Prayer

Pain

Abuse

To Face

Dictionary

Upside Down

Wild Thing

Feed Me

Dirty

Peacemaker

The Beating of the Drums

My Love

Journey of Love

Unity Is Two Becoming One In Body, Mind And Spirit

Naked

Dreamy Eyes

Bye-Bye

AIDS

Reflections

Twisted

My Twin

Raindrops

Joy and Peace

Bare-knuckle

Fear

Poison

God’s Love Is Fire

Whiplash

The World

Damn You, Sin

Why

Earthquake

Trying to Get Over by Being Absent from the Body

Idols

Crossroad

Broken Glass

Walk and Not Run

Fine Art

Blessings

Underground

Audition

Planning

Camouflage

Trespassing

Naughty

Stone-Cold

Falling

Shadows

Voice

Power

Hollow Cries

Nail-Scarred Hands

Lolby

Knock, Knock. Who’s There? Hell

Love Child

Half and Half

Transformation

Images of Love/Beauty Reflection

Cotton Candy

What Is Love

Deliverance Is Mine

Stand Up

Bullying

Jealousy

Empowerment

Raped

I Am

Promises

Half Sister

Sandra

Guardian Angel

Teach Me

Sweetie

Red Wine

Forgiveness

You and I

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Dedication

I would like to dedicate my book to all my readers for taking the time to hear my voice. You are my reflection. The loudspeakers in my head that inspire me to think, arise, and come forth all you shining stars of the future. Come share in my glory while I share in your victories. Travel this journey with me that we may learn from one another that love and beauty are not just words, but are complete transformations, changing one life at a time.

I also would like to voice that my son, Kevin, who is crippled in body, but not in mind. He gives new meaning to the word peace. Anyone who dares to look beyond his sickness will birth new life into their soul. You cannot be in his presence and not know that God exists. I am grateful to be his mother; he has taught me and is still teaching me better than any scholar whom I have encountered in all my years of education.

Many have touched me throughout my life, but there are three people who have bear witness to my suffering and carried my cross when I was unable to. Maraca Spivak, my high school counselor, was like a second mother to me, always in my business. Then Nancy Ring, she, on the other, was my physicist, but more like a mentor to keep me on the straight and narrow. I bless the day I met her for she opened my mind to understanding that life is what you make of it and no longer can one place blame on another but must hold their self accountable for their actions. Once that is acknowledged, life has to play by your rules, even if situations do not go as expected.

Last but not least is my mom, Coral Denis Fonseca; she is the silent voice hammering at the nails that held me down in life. She is my twin in the sense that both of our hearts were scarred. I learned simplicity through the eyes of my mom, by her innocence to the ugliness of this world. She sees no evil; she looks at all persons as one. Mirrors that break lose their reflection. I have never seen my mom’s mirror break. Life disrespected her in that it kept taking and never giving back. One may say it was her choices; another may say she was dealt a bad hand to play. I say it was fate so that I could be the woman that I am today.

I would like to thank everybody for giving me the opportunity to make this happen.

Foreword

I am honored and privileged to be given this torch to present to you my ideas on the work done by Debra Fonseca. As a woman, she is beautiful; as a mother, she is heaven-sent; and as a mentor, she is real and down-to-earth, always finding ways to make life bearable, not just for herself but for all people. Education gave her the authority to view life’s matters in an artistic way through her writings. I have learned so much from her.

In the short time I have known Debra Fonseca, I am intrigued by her passion for living. She had encountered much abuse, yet she was able to find rest and peace in God through church. The way she envisions beauty in this ugly world amazes me. I consider her to be a courageous woman, someone you can trust. She never made excuses for her hard life growing up; instead, her will to defeat it empowered me in life. How she cares for her son, Kevin, is an inspiration to all mothers who care for children with special needs. She is the type of person who will take a dark cloud hanging over your head and make it white so that the sun would shine. I describe her as a smart but funny, fantastic mother that if I were given the opportunity, I would ask her to marry. But this is not about me—this is about her. She surrounds