Revelations of a Hood Chick: From Ghetto Fabulous to Fabulous

By Kijana LeTasha Harris

Poetry is an expression of ones perception of their lifes experiences. Sometimes in life we have battles within ourselves. When we are growing and maturing, it can sometimes be painful. But growing pains are normal. We as young children experience the aches in our bones and muscles as we grow. Well, as adults, we experience that same kind of pain, but its in our hearts and minds. The big picture is to embrace our pains because theyre temporary. Once we have reached our maturity, we have an unfiltered wisdom. That is something only experience can bring. The harder we struggle, the stronger we have a chance to become. The choice is our own. In my life, I have struggled with love. Its easy for me to give yet hard to receive. Therefore, I have set out to conquer my inner self. I have started my journey by loving me and letting me love me back. I express my thoughts that are nontraditional because Im not traditional. I have always been considered different or an outcast, but I learned I am supposed to be. These poems are a reflection of who only God can see, and I am ready to reveal myself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504902311

Kijana LeTasha Harris

I have been blessed to experience life with all its imperfections. Love, death, and survival are just a few of the great stories I have been able to meet. With all of life’s situations, I have found an outlet to keep me grounded. Every person has the same experiences in life; it’s how we perceive them that makes a difference. I have chosen to take my goods, bads, and uglies and transform them into expressions. I have four children that I have raised alone. The challenges of parenting and still searching for myself have been quite a task. But I have managed to keep going through building, no matter what obstacles come my way. A quitter can never be a winner, and I will win. I was born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska. I moved to Houston with my children, a handful of dollars, and a heart full of faith. By God’s grace, we made it. Nebraska taught me how to be tough, how to love the unlovable, and how to be understanding. I can now carry those lessons wherever I go and share them along the way.

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Revelations of a Hood Chick

From Ghetto Fabulous to Fabulous

KIJANA LETASHA HARRIS

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Published by AuthorHouse 04/09/2015

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Contents

Soldier

Miracles We Ignore

Lost Pet Syndrome

Appetizers for the Soul

Freedom

Delivery

Lost Heart

Worthy

Noise

Appetizers for the Soul

Self-Discussion

Appetizers for the Soul

Free

Inner Thoughts of Hood Esteem

Let’s Not Forget the Children

My House

A Reflection of Me

Fruitless

Loving

Random Fussing

Knowledge

Loving Me

Trust

So I Thought

Menstrual

I Found Her

Healed

Hater

Fearless

Song

Awakening

Appetizers for the Soul

Appetizers for the Soul

Appetizers for the Soul

God Sees My Tears

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Soldier

I can’t count the blessings

You ever been so blessed you forget, because you think it’s owed

So blessed in your life that you grow cold

Well God uses moments of chaos, trials, and tribulations, to remind us that we need him

The worst kind of child is the one you spoil and never hold them accountable

God doesn’t want weakness on his team

He needs soldiers

A soldier is built,

First, by his uniform

Stripping off all the street clothes, the clothes of the world

Then replacing that old attire with a new more suitable uniform, that will set him apart from