No Weapons Shall Prosper: True Story *Real Life Experiences *Real Choices * Real Talk

By Wendy Johnson

As a caring kid growing up, she was taught to help as many people as she could and God would bless her. Since age five, she used to go to the elderly houses in her neighborhood to help them do chores. Some paid her and some didnt. The pay didnt really matter; all she wanted was a blessing from the Lord and to bless and put smiles upon other faces. During her years, she didnt smile much due to her negative experience. In fact, there were times she was afraid to smile, and she didnt even know who she was. Sadly, there was a particular time her help and her being kind was in vain, which followed her throughout her life as an adult.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483657844

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Copyright © 2013 by Wendy Wendasia Johnson.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2013911228

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-4836-5783-7

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Rev. date: 06/21/2013

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Contents

Author’s Dedication

Preface

Wendasia J. Real-Life Poetry

Don’t Wait Til The Last Minute

Friend

God Help Me!

Prejudice Of Me

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AUTHOR’S DEDICATION

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I would like to dedicate this book to my one and only son, Wendarius B. Johnson. I enjoyed and learned a lot during the 17 years raising you alone.

I know it has been difficult to live with someone you love dearly and see them crying, going through and not knowing what to do for them. I thank you, son, for praying for me during my trying and most difficult times. You are indeed my angel, and God knew I needed you in my life. Your heart is like gold.

Son, what you can do for me is to remember that Jesus is all you need in this world and that no matter what weapon that is formed against you, believe with all your heart that it will not prosper as soon as you cast your cares and concerns to Jesus Christ who strengthens us. You do not have to fight this evil world alone. God has got you, baby. I love you dearly, son, and I am so blessed to have a son like you in my life. You rock in everything you do, and don’t you ever forget that! You are the best thing God allowed me to have in my life. You are so what every mother should want as a son. Continue to do God’s will, and your life will be blessed abundantly. I promise. Remember, education and reading is the key to success. Take advantage of your free throws in the basketball games because they are free. Think of it as a free opportunity to make it. Please continue to read and find out anything you want to know. I love you, boy, and am very proud of you. You have done a great job with yourself. You are a star. Remember to be and do better!

ADDITIONAL DEDICATION

To all the strong women who are in my family and some who have passed on. You all are the reason I am who I am today. You helped me to remain strong and taught me to pray. You have taught me the most valuable things I could ever know. I miss and love you dearly.

In memory of my grandmother, Dora Mae McNeill, my great-aunt Willie Mae McNeill, and my mother, Mary Frances Johnson. RIP: Aunt Wanda Faye Jackson, a true soldier for the Lord. I love you.

A few who are still surviving: Joe Ann McNeill. Aunt Joe, you’re like a mother to me. I will always cherish the memories we shared. I am so blessed to have you in my life. I love you dearly. Thanks for all you have done for me, I couldn’t have gotten this far with out your help and guidance. Thank you all for your prayers through my trying time and for teaching me about Jesus Christ. My life would not have been half as good without you in it.

My nieces: Shaquana Johnson, I know some things may have seemed challenging for you baby, but your faith makes God happy, and so he will continue showing you favour. I love you. You are doing your thing, and I am the most proud of you. Kierra, God’s light is inside you. You are so gifted and beautiful inside and out. You both keep holding strong, and all that you want will come to you soon.

To my nephews: Rakeem, you rock, boy! Your smile makes the world smile. Love you! Mike-Mike, Eman, Mario, Quinton, prayers are with you. I know you have been held back by folks you love, but you are a very talented group of guys with so much potential. Keep drawing and doing your arts. I know things have been truly hard for you, but you will make it. Do you! Use your gifts God gave you. You can do it, and no longer be under negative influences any longer. You can come out. Leap for joy and pray your way out. I love you all too.

James Lewis McNeill, Buck, you are my favorite cousin I just learned of, and I am thankful that God connected us both.

Supporters:

Dedicated to my writing mentors and current authors, Mykel Turner and John Jay McCray.

Thank you both for your support.

Mr. Joe Cole, thank you for speaking life into this dead area of my life. You helped spoke this into existence God will bless you, just you wait and see. Also thank you to K. Patterson for being a God dad to my son when he was little.

It’s with honor to say thank you to Mrs. Donna Rollins, who really taught me all about love and being an encouraging mother you are a great friend and I thank you for all you have done.

Also, special thanks to Ms. G. Price, Ms. Angie Hall, Mrs. D. Moore, Mrs. M. Meriwether, Mrs. L. Duval, and Ms. S. Anderson (new bestie), who are all great influences in my life and are like family members. Ms. Anderson is a great friend and we have a friendship I have never experienced. Other great friends in my life that were supportive to me and my son were Ms. C. Thompson (another bestie)-folks want to hear your singing girl, Mrs. V. Graham, Mrs. M. Benjamin, Ms. P. Dockery (who was like an aunt to my son), Mrs. K. Counts, and a few others. I found what it feels like to be respected by a man in a special friendship with K. Pickett. I really appreciate you. You all really had my back, and I really feel blessed having you all in my life because you showed true friendship that I’ve always wanted and have shown to others.

To all others who have supported me, thank you for attending my performances, doing my hair for the performances, and may God manifest his self in your life.

PREFACE

As a caring kid growing up, she was taught to help as many people as she could and God would bless her. Since age five, she used to go to the elderly houses in her neighborhood to help them do chores. Some paid her and some didn’t. The pay didn’t really matter; all she wanted was a blessing from the Lord and to bless and put smiles upon other faces. During her years, she didn’t smile much due to her negative experience. In fact, there were times she was afraid to smile, and she didn’t even know who she was. Sadly, there was a particular time her help and her being kind was in vain, which followed her throughout her life as an adult.

"No weapon formed against you shall prosper,

And every tongue which rises against you in judgment

You shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord,

And their righteousness is from Me,"

Says the Lord.

(Isaiah. 54:17 NKJV)

WEAPON 1: ATTACK AT BIRTH

Born in a hospital in Manhattan, New York, in June 1977.

A place of birth Wynae has never yet today seen but only heard about.

At the time of her birth, her mother and father were married and one of her sisters lived with them. As the story was told, both parents seemed very unstable, so therefore the hospital staff would not release her to her parents. Her grandmother was the next of kin, and that was who she was released to. Her grandmother, aunt, and a generous friend of the family drove to New York to get her. One of her sisters and her mother all came to Georgia to live. If her grandmother would not have accepted her, she would have been sent to a foster home. (Her parents were not in a healthy relationship, which later enabled the mom’s health and lifestyle to become unstable that resulted to her having a nervous breakdown.)

Wynae. It wasn’t until later that her mother and sister moved into the home from New York. She was Grandma’s bald-headed baby girl. She took her in and raised her off a very low income, making only $130 a week. Her occupation was a housekeeper at an executive-office building. Wynae had an aunt who worked as a baker for over thirty-something years. Her aunt Willa worked liked the slaves, cleaning white folks’ houses and keeping their kids. The folks she worked for were some of the nicest people anyone could ever meet, and they paid her aunt really well. She got paid one hundred dollars per day. Her sisters didn’t live in the home with her; one lived with her mom in the projects, and the others lived on their own. One moved out at the age of sixteen because she couldn’t get her way at their grandma’s house where discipline was practiced. She and Wynae had two different upbringings, lifestyles, and mind-sets.

Wynae was a happy little dark-skinned baby with one string of sandy-colored hair longer than the other strings of hair, a round-pie face, a big forehead, and a cute smile. At the time, she was the baby, so you could imagine she was really spoiled with love, but not to the point she didn’t get her butt cut. There were times she cried a lot due to the complications from her birth from her mom’s drinking. She kept an ear infection and, weekly, was sent to the hospital. Today, she still suffers with her hearing and other things. It had always been kept as a secret because she was too ashamed. She would sometimes lack hearing in the ear if it was not treated at an appropriate time with the right medications.

WEAPON 2: ATTACKS AT SCHOOL (AS A CHILD)

As time went by, Wynae became older, smarter, popular, and overly caring. Her popularity was elicited from her being overly friendly, too caring, overly nice, and her creativity. Her so-called friends ridiculed her, and often, they’d gotten into fights. She was the odd one out of her group of friends. She was shy, overly nice, and old-fashioned but real smart. Other kids were either jealous of her or didn’t have anything else to do with their time. It could have been they had seen that she was an easygoing person and just wanted to pick on her. There were times things became horrible for her. She had to fight both girls and boys. The boys fought her simply because she wouldn’t either go out with them or do something that she didn’t want to do. There was this one fight she got into with a boy who lived in her neighborhood. One day on the school bus, he asked her to be his girlfriend and touched her unpleasantly, but she rejected him. He then started picking on her and calling her horrible names. The two argued, and the boy punched Wynae as hard as he could in her eye. All the kids just laughed their heads off, and she walked with her head hung low. It was a horrible day for her. Her eye instantly became swollen and turned black. When the bus stopped at her stop, she got off and ran home to tell her aunts and grandma what happened, with tears running down her eyes. Her aunt Jolene grabbed her hands, and off they went to the boy’s house. Auntie Jolene was the type who didn’t play with anyone. She never held back what she had to say to anyone who had done wrong. On their way to the boy’s house, they heard a lot of chains moving but wasn’t sure where the sound came from until a black German shepherd (dog) jumped out at them. It was too late for them to run. The dog had a really long chain. First, the dog grabbed her aunt and bit her all over her body. They both were screaming for help at the top of their lungs. Suddenly, Wynae reached down to help her. The dog then grabbed her arm and started biting her while her aunt lay there on the ground, grasping for breath. Finally, the owner heard the commotion and ran out to their rescue. The owner was the boy’s mom. It was his dog who had bitten them. Apparently, the dog sensed they were coming for confrontation. It seemed as if it was going to be an ugly turnout. The boy’s mother invited them into her home and cleaned off their bruises. She had no clue to why Wynae and her aunt Jolene were there. After the mom cleaned them up, they told her about the incident that happened on the bus. The mom became furious. She then called the boy into the kitchen where they were sitting and confronted him. Of course, just like any other kid, he lied, but