Rhymes Unspoken: From Narcissism to Spiritual Wisdom

By Tamika Jarrett

Rhymes Unspoken: From Narcissism to Spiritual Wisdom is a compilation of original poetry describing Tamika Jarrett's direct lived experiences with narcissistic abuse. For over thirty years

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tamika Jarrett
• Release date: Mar 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9781738847617

Tamika Jarrett

Tamika Jarrett is a devoted mother of two beautiful children, an autodidactic erudite, and a spiritualist who goes by the moniker Gawdess. She is a poet, writer, avid reader, creative entrepreneur, and psychic intuitive. Her favourite things to do are cooking, being of service, and engaging in continuous learning. Her academic career includes a background in business administration, paralegal studies, and philosophy. She also has a bachelor of art degree in sociology and a master's degree in environmental studies. Her area of interest in graduate school was popular education and community building, highlighting the social determinants of health on an individual's holistic wellness. Her focus for her major research project involved participatory research that helps women of colour unpack the barriers to their well-being by using arts-based, self-directed holistic methodologies. Tamika Jarrett has a passion for content creation, counselling, advocating, and facilitating workshops that aim to empower women to be more self-aware, self-determined, and self-sufficient. Tamika Jarrett encourages Black women,in particular, to reclaim their power by reframing and unapologetically sharing their stories from their standpoint.

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Contents

DEDICATION AND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

FOREWORD

GRANDMOTHER: MY FIRST SOURCE OF LOVE

MOTHER: FIRST NARCISSISTIC ENVIRONMENT

BOOK OF POEMS, CHAPTER ONE: THE DARKNESS OF IGNORANCE

Own it

Breaking Silence

12th House

Good Envy

His Wish

Hey Dad

No Kinfolk

ROI

Both Parents

Witness

Hey Mom

Public Charm

Deterioration

Excuses

NPD

I Win

Say Less

Ways of the Narcissist

Out of my Skin

Supply

Overturn the Patriarchy

Entitlement

Hypocritical Truth

How Sway

Truth Is

No Control

Fixated

I Choose Me

Man Down

Matrix

9 Lives

Don’t Get It Twisted

Trapped Turmoil

Drought

Chances

He Lied

Her Shoes

Thick Skin

No Competition

Love to Hate

Unrequited Love

Hear Me Out

Deceit

Circa 2001

Lucky

Glow Up

Your Tear

Answered Prayer

Long Distance

Secrets

D.O.E.S.N’T

Young Love

Numinous

Opposites Attract

One Tick Away

Success

Power Struggle

Erudite

Unwanted

Wounded

Finessed

Shift

BOOK OF POEMS, CHAPTER 2: THE LIGHT OF TRUTH

Precious

Sovereign

Calling

Earth Woman

Bold

IDC

Karma Land

Righteous Rebellion

Purpose

Warrior

Bride of Christ

Empress

Virtuously

Mundane

Prophecy

Choice

Peculiar

Hourglass

Mind Over Matter

New Man

Blessings

Light-worker

Good News

Conscious

We are one

Free Fall

Lot’s Wife

Intimacy

Venus

Endowment

Rare Breed

Still Standing

Surrender

Abode

God’s Will

Retreat

Freedom

To The One

FYI

All Good

Quicken

Soar

Closer

Divine Gawdess

Now

Gladness

The Task

Good Spell

No Shame

Deep

Leap

Forgive Them

I am (Jehovah)

My Father’s Business

Source

Christ Consciousness

Grandma

Fire

Vanity

Insight

Me, Tamika

True Eulogy

Quantum Leap

Closing Remarks

THE GOOD THINGS ABOUT NARCISSISTIC ABUSE

About the Author

By the end of this book I would have already broken free

From concepts, labels, terminologies, dichotomies, dogmas, and paradigms

That keeps dividing humanity

Instead of uniting in love, peace, and harmony

I let go of everything

That doesn’t serve my highest good

Which is self-actualization

My spiritual liberation

I am fully me in my nakedness

And I am not ashamed

I know where I am from: earth

The nutrient-dense brown dirt

I know who I am:

A divine feminine principle

And dynamic life-giving energy

I am a star

I am not ignorant of my identity

That I am nothing and everything

And all in between

I am a ray of light, if anything

But if you insist on labeling me

While I am here in my humanness

I am an erudite.

I am Aphrodite

All glory to the Most High God.

DEDICATION AND

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

This book is dedicated to all my children. May they know that I was brave and courageously determined to speak the truth and take healing into my own hands. May they be inspired and enlightened to do the same.

I acknowledge my cosmic mother and heavenly father, all celestial and earthly beings, the consciousness of Christ for all things including my spiritual resurrection. I am grateful for all the adversities and adversaries that I experienced in my life that has strengthened my character. Without these particular trials, I would not have this unique story to tell. I would not have gained the awareness that I possess now, and wouldn’t have the consciousness to perceive the good that’s within us all —even the good in the narcissist.

I acknowledge my late grandmother Gwendolyn Clarke for her demonstration in love in my early years. I am thankful for her with my whole heart. She has blessed me with domestic talents and has given me a standard of maternity and matriarchal leadership to look up to.

For my parents who weren’t the most loving yet taught me the most important lessons in life: self-love and resilience. Because of them I had no choice but to learn to love and accept myself as is and at all times. I love them both.

An immense thank you to all those who helped in making this book possible in terms of publishing and distribution. May May you all be rewarded for your good works.

To the readers, I acknowledge and admire you for being curious to find out what I dare to say. I hope you find value in the traumatic content. May something within these pages be relatable to you, and resonate with your soul. May it inspire you to share your story no matter how painful it is. Don’t let guilt or shame hold you bound. Healing is on the upside of these low vibrational energies. Your higher self awaits for your return to your wellness and well-being through self-love. Let the truth set you free. And when you are free, relish in your personal freedom to fully be yourself.

FOREWORD

In June of 2016 I completed the requirements for a Master in Environmental Studies degree from York University. It was a flexible program that allowed students to decide on, and design their plan of study. This was disastrous for me. If left to my own devices, I will rebelliously choose to be different on purpose yet confuse myself with all the possibilities to choose from. I allowed my spirit to guide me. While most students seemed certain of their plans of study and focused on what’s commonly considered environmental topics, I chose to divert from courses like climate control and greenhouse gases; water accessibility or pollution of diverse ecosystems, transportation, urban planning and the like, and did something I don’t think anyone in the program did before. I made my plan of study all about the power of Black women in the environment of motherhood and the family, and her community at large. I was under the premise that the Black woman is God. That hasn’t changed much on a metaphysical level, but this book is not about biology, etymology or anthropology so I won’t pursue the argument. It was my thesis that though the Black woman was the most oppressed in America, and possibly globally, she innately possessed gifts and creative abilities to build strong families and communities if only she became aware of her personal power through agency and self-determination, and prioritized her self-development for the sake of her wellness and well-being. I strongly believed, and still do, that the Black woman could defy the odds placed against her, and come out victorious from the disadvantaged and impoverished state that she’d been delegated to.

The social structures as they existed did not serve the Black woman in a conducive manner for her highest good; or advanced her in economic ways. She was deliberately being rejected from society — underpaid, undervalued, undermined and more than often used as a stepping stone to advance all others except herself. There was no one for the Black woman to step on, to use, or to take advantage of — except her children. That is why I found it imperative and paramount to embark on this peculiar plan of study to investigate the domestic lives of Black women as a means to sincerely assess what their needs are, and to offer communal support so that they would not easily take out their frustrations on their children. I was interested in their holistic wellness and wellbeing. I cared to know what made the Black woman smile; what brought her joy, made her laugh, cry, tick… Did they ever feel happiness? I wanted to know what their dreams were, and if they were deferred or fulfilled. I wanted to know their thoughts on education. Did it matter to them? Were they in pursuit of it? I wanted to know if they had trouble imagining a bright future for themselves and their family. I wanted to know their thoughts on the patriarchy, systemic oppression, the social determinants of health, poverty etc. I wanted to know if she was brave enough to confess that she was struggling, that she was suffering. I wanted to know what, if anything, they were doing about their suffering — our collective suffering as Black women. I wanted Black women to define wellness and wellbeing from her point of view. One of my research methodologies was having participants take a good look at themselves in the mirror and to be radically honest about how they felt about what they saw looking back at them in the mirror. How do you feel about you?

Before jumping into community-based, participatory research with a group of willingly open, critically thinking, emotionally vulnerable Black women, I was lead to what I believed was undiscovered treasure. But it turned out to be an already well-established and quite a burgeoning body of brilliant minds discussing the very things that I was particularly interested in. I ventured off into a literary world of intimate discourse with Black feminist thinkers — women who had direct lived experiences with systemic oppression and narcissistic abuse. Women who had studied Black history from the female perspective and documented their stories in as much detail as possible. Their stories were revolutionary and tremendously impressive on a hungry mind seeking knowledge to better understand not only my own plight, but also that of the women around me —the women in my family, in particular. It was as if these Black feminist thinkers took the proverbial broom and lifted every carpet in Black households and gave it a good, well-needed, long overdue sweep.