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Contents Poetry

8......Absorb Life by L. Nichole 8......Letting Go by jennifer e bowders 9......Uncomfortable Woman by Jacki Bower 10....Please Listen by Jillian Amodio 11.....Prose Poem for the Future by Chelsea Harrison

-Advice-

from Avonette Blanding, Janell Watson and Gabbie Miner

16.....Beyond the Barriers of Depression

by La-Anna Douglas

18.....Do You Have a Dollar or Two for Cash

by Ms Mariatu Kargbo, Esq

Tomato and Corn Pie Recipe

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Passing Down Guidance

The ideas for this month’s theme came as my grandmother’s 80th birthday approached. My entire family was gathering for the occasion at the country farm of my Aunt’s house in upstate New York. She was proud of her years, told me she earned each and every one.

So as mature adults do, I reflected on myself and my own experiences at 37. I would not be who I am today without many rough years and good ones too, but as those experiences shaped who I am, I realized how much more shaped and molded if my life experiences were doubled… and then tripled. It’s a daunting and very humbling thought. What I think I know is practically nothing. Life is only a path when you look behind you, but when you look ahead it’s a yawning ocean. Really, think about it. The possibilities are endless. Yes, we certainly have responsibilities and what kind of mother/wife/employee would be if we jumped off the deep end of reality here. That’s beside the point.

I wanted to know what her secrets were (of course, she would never tell), I wanted to know what made her feel driven, what made her feel happy. What is love in her older years? How has the feeling of body image and beauty changed? Do you believe you can teach someone to think differently or should you look at other ways they bring value? Did she see her life like a path, and if so, when did she know when to jump off? How does she feel about his culture and society we live in?

How do you feel?

These kinds of questions are infinite but truly fundamental in how we operate in our daily lives.

Without this core system of beliefs…who are we?

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How do you feel about his culture and society we live in?

How has body image and beauty changed for you?

What is Love?

What makes you feel driven?

Do you believe you can teach someone to think differently or should you look at other ways they bring value?

Do you see life as a path and if so...when do you know when to jump off?

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Absorb Life

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ntroduced to this world not of her own will But her life would change with every breath she inhaled The journey began as an existence of dependence But even then, the moldings of her soul were evident Succumbing to the breathe of life So that she could absorb life Adventures abound as her limitations diminished Exploring a world that she could never finish Soaking in the simple things that life had to give Touch, taste, sound and the concept of ‘live’ Soaking in the things of day and night Learning to appreciate and absorb life Independently traveling a path that she blazed Molding her life into the next stage Confident and sure of the woman she’d be Never stopping to consider ‘He’ Questioning now what’s wrong and what’s right Starting to be absorbed by life

Shaken and unsure, she keeps pressing on His influence has left all of her confidence gone He took all she was, drained the light from her eyes Wounded her heart and then left her to die Not knowing his worth, he couldn’t appreciate hers Never learning where the line between love and like blurs But he can walk away and never look back So she absorbs a lifestyle ridden in lack Ashamed for the wrong when she knew the right To wallow and cower, consumed by life The struggle lead to the fight and the ray of hope Regaining herself, praying to cope Searching the mirror for the child she once was Owning her mistakes like a strong woman does Reborn again with a new sight Repositioned to absorb a new life Transformed by the lessons that life had taught More clever now than the influence that once she had bought Alive and anew, new song in her heart This could be the point where life actually starts Mediocrity from a ‘He’ will no longer take flight Now it’s time to embrace a new life Now as the woman that God has ordained She can distinguish the man from whom she was engraved His wife and his lover she’d immediately be For he proclaims her as his ‘She’ And happily she absorbs his life So that she can produce life You have to live life To experience life And learn from life How to recover from life The ‘then’ life can improve the ‘now’ life If we only learn to absorb life Don’t be afraid to absorb life

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Letting Go

t began with a cord and the cradle of her arms.

Later a wave at the playground and then one as the car pulled away.

Another state, another year, another home.

Joyous moments filled with wonder and love.

Loved ones Memories Names…my name Words Painful moments filled with resentment and fear.

Then the epiphany; the understanding.

I am not to let go of her; I am to let go of the expectations.

Be where I am, where she is.

Simply be.

Ice cream and walks; pine cones and writing letters; laughter; flowers; the sound of her biting into a crisp apple.

Quiet moments of holding hands.

Split seconds of sweet awareness.

A kiss, a pause, a mention of the stars.

Joyous moments filled with wonder and with love.

You can find more of L Nichole’s poetry at; InJoy Magazine, August 2018https: //thetwinspen.wordpress.com/

by jennifer e bowders 5/27/2018

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And the ring on my left hand.

I’m not a woman who they wish to breed.

Uncomfortable womanThat’s me.

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walk into a Starbucks And try not to be intrusive Knowing that for days a shower and sleep have been elusive.

But when the barista sees me I just know he wonders, “Who’s this?”

Who am I? I’m 3 jobs and 2 mortgages A 3rd decade on Earth I’m a slave to a toddler A fading sense of self-worth.

I am a woman, Uncomfortably.

Uncomfortable womanThat’s me.

Men no longer lust When they see me walking byMy dog hair covered yoga pants Don’t draw their longing eyes.

And if you have to wonder I can gladly tell you whyIt’s the hairs on my chin The roll of skin at my waistband It’s the purse of my lips

Uncomfortable Woman

By Jacki Bower

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When women pass me by They don’t have to wonder what Secrets lie behind my reddened eyes Because they’re already in the club.

They know it by my army sized Tote bag, that we are one.

They knowThe dried poop on my sleeve The squirt of pee when I laugh The oil of my ponytail The slight hunch of my back.

We are women, Uncomfortably.

Uncomfortable womenThat’s we.

And once a month I schedule time to tongue a few cold drinks That warm my blood, which thusly warms my hips, Which start to slink.

And my lips And my hips And my eyes And my thighs Are for a brief moment, Phenomenal.

Until I wake with a gut that is Bloated and stuck And return to my life as Uncomfortable.

From the chip of my nails To the sink of my eyes The wetness beneath my arms To the chafe of my thighsI am a woman, Uncomfortably.

Uncomfortable womanThat’s me.

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By Jillian Amodio www.jillianamodio.com

This work was inspired by a tragic mass shooting that took place on June 28th in my hometown of Annapolis Maryland. My hope is that we can remove the stigma of mental illness and start encouraging conversations that will lead to a deeper understanding of the internal struggles that so often lead to external violence.

am unsure of whether or not mental illness is more prevalent these days, or maybe it is just spoken of more openly.

Throughout history we have seen instances of mental illness and the dire effects that it can have on society. In the past it has always felt like mental illness came with a stigma, a scarlet letter… it was something to be hidden, ashamed of, taken care of quietly, or sometimes ignored. Although it is still a difficult and sometimes taboo subject, it does seem that in more recent years people are willing to remove the veil of secrecy and stop suffering in silence. If there is one message I hope to pass down to my children, and one message that I hope as a collective society that we can pass down to the next generation, it is this;

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o not suffer alone. Life is too short and too precious to not live it with joy. Rely on those around you and seek help when needed. Check in on your neighbors, friends, and family. Reach out to those who are hurting and lonely.

Be a voice of peace and compassion whenever possible, and never forget how worthy each one of us is.

Photograph by Alexander Andrews

Please…

Listen…

I know it feels like the world is out to get you.

I know you feel misunderstood.

I know you want your voice to be heard.

I know you want to be recognized, acknowledged, remembered…

Don’t we all?

Please…

Listen…

You are WORTHY But so are WE You are IMPORTANT But so are WE Please…

Listen…

You are hurting, you are angry, you are confused.

We all get like that sometimes. It’s ok.

Please…

Listen…

What do you want?

What do you need?

What hurts?

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Tell me, I care. I do.

Please…

Don’t let your anger consume you, it does not own you!

Please…

Don’t let your pain dwarf the beauty that life can bring, it is not permanent!

Please…

Don’t let the past entrap you, it does not define you!

Please…

Listen…

What do you want?

What do you need?

What hurts?

Tell me, I care. I do.

Take my hand, I’m here.

Take my compassion, it’s yours.

Take my love, I have plenty.

Take my time, I’m in no rush.

But please, don’t take my life…

Don’t take yours…

Don’t take theirs either.

Please…

Listen…

What do you want?

What do you need?

What hurts?

Tell me, I care. I do.

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Prose Poem for the Future

by Chelsea Harrison

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nce upon a time, and for thousands of years, the world was ruled by men and the men thought that they were Gods.

The angry men played fast and loose with the lives of other men, and they made played war games and launched weapons at each other, as did the Gods, in the stories of ancient times. In the very worst of times, men lorded their power over women and children blatantly and without shame. The richer and more powerful the men became, the more corrupt they became and the greedier they became for more wealth and more power. The women and children feared for their lives because of the men’s weapons and the violence and greed of men. It was a truly dark time.

The age of man begat the age of women.

The age of women was the natural answer to the darkness and fear of the age of man. The women knew in their bones that it was their time and they began to lead, in small ways at first, then toppling the worst men from their pedestals, that were built on the backs of the downtrodden and persecuted. The women took their rightful places in the halls of justice, leadership, and religion. Women climbed the mountains and from this new height, they could see what needed to be done, and more importantly, they could see each other, each on her mountaintop, ready to work. The women ruled with compassion, logic and virtue. The women thought, why didn’t we do this sooner?

But the women never forgot the dark days behind them. They invented peace out of chaos. They reinvented truth. They invested in love.

They nurtured compromise. The women believed, and it was thus.

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Photograph by Cristina Gottardi

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Passing Down Guidance -Advice-

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itting with a girlfriend and her 85-year-old grandmother, we finally asked her what her secret was to a good marriage. Leaning over she said, “I never tested him.” She told us, when it came to her birthday she would tell him what she wanted, tell him what she wanted to do making him feel like a hero. For their anniversary she didn’t test him to see if he was going to remember, she simply scheduled the babysitter…so she was never disappointed, and he always felt like he was the best husband ever.

“In life we are partners…no need to test, just love one another!!”

Janell Watson

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s you meet people and build friendships, remember to acknowledge your value as a friend, which is based on your spirit, countenance and character. I learned that lesson in what seemed to be an aha moment in my twenties. I was completing an internship and befriended another intern. As I spent time with her outside of work, I noticed many conflicting differences in our characters and personalities. She was often mean, rude, and disrespectful in her daily interactions with others, including her mother. If I didn’t do exactly what she wanted me to do she was hostile towards me. During one encounter on the job, she was using profanity in front of one of the senior executives and when I suggested she refrain, she cursed me as well. Shortly thereafter, the company ended her internship but continued mine and we slowly stopped interacting as much. However , each time we did, there was hostility present. We had a disagreement and stopped speaking for over a year. During that time, I was able to retrospectively analyze our relationship and me as a friend. It was in that moment that I realized I added significant value in friendships because I am loyal, honest, caring, empathetic and unselfish with my friends.

More importantly, I realized I don’t need to be a friend to everyone who might want to be a friend to me. About a year later, the young lady contacted me and asked if we could reconnect as friends. For the first time in my life, I nervously said “No thank you. I don’t see the value of us being friends. I wish you much success in your future.” I then felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and was happy. fAvonette Blanding

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Photographs by Prince Akachi and Eberhard Grossgasteiger

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You are who you choose to be.

You are who you choose to be. It sounds like crap, but you are who you choose to be. From how you think to how you react. You make yourself who you are by what you choose to hold on to. Every time you cling to a hurt or a joy, you are shaping who you are. Every time you let go of a hurt or joy, you shape who you are. We are spinning clay and we do not stop becoming finished until physical death. We might be bumped and cave in, but we must pick ourselves back up and start spinning again.

We are who we choose to be.

We choose to be weak by holding on to experiences and thoughts that create a feeling of weakness. Just as we chose to hold on to experiences and thoughts that create a feeling of strength. There are no strong or weak people. Strength and weakness are a choice.

We choose who we are in any given moment. A slight here, a slight there, pocketed. An uplifting moment here, an uplifting moment there, pocketed. We have bulging pockets we need to empty andsift through, with a mind of peace and un-erratic emotion.

We are who we choose to be.

We are who we choose to be. And our children of the world are watching. They watch what we collect and what we let go. We are the prime and only example our children have in their endeavor of shaping themselves. We are who we choose to be.

By Gabbie Miner

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Photograph by Roberto Delgado-Webb

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Who do I want to be?

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Beyond The Barriers of Depression I

by La-Anna Douglas

can still remember the dress that my Mom dressed me in on that Sunday morning. It was a yellow dress with frills and ruffles. My hair done in perfect braids adorned with yellow barrettes. I was 5 years old, surrounded by a loving family who loved God and loved people.

On this particular Sunday, at the beginning of the church service, I had to go to the bathroom.

I made my way down the stairs to the bathroom, upon exiting I found myself being abruptly picked up and pushed up against the wall. Confused & disoriented, I finally realized they I was being held by a young man that apparently followed me and waited for me. He proceeded to pull my dress up. I remember the lace that was sown around the trim of my dress. He placed his hand in my panties and began to touch me. I was left feeling scared & confused.

He continued to molest me for some time after that day which started to seem like it was a regular part of life. During that time I kept what was happening to myself. Soon came more young men that began to molest me. I started to think that there was a stamp on my forehead that said: “Touch Her.” I was molested until the age of 11 years old. The years that followed, I carried the guilt of that pain. I didn’t love who I saw in the mirror, and I blamed myself for what happened to me. I started to have low self-esteem, cried a lot , and I believed I wasn’t good enough. To make matters worse, I was also being bullied in school because of the color of my skin. Being told that my skin was too dark and that I was too ugly to ever be considered beautiful.

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For me to truly heal, I needed to forgive...

The name calling, aggressive behavior, and the guilt were so unbearable. In my late teenage years to my twenties, I started to have thoughts of suicide and feeling depressed. I hid those feelings behind an empty smile. As an adult, I fell in love with my now husband, Timothy. He would often tell me how much he loved my complexion. I soon took notice that I was nervous when he would try to touch me. I would freeze up sometimes, and other times I would feel uncomfortable. I quickly gained understanding from his love and words of affection that I could trust that he would not hurt me. We have been happily married for 14 years and parents to 5 year old girl. But I still was carrying this guilt from my past history of sexual abuse.

For me to truly heal, I needed to forgive my abusers, also and more importantly, to forgive myself. Forgive me for not loving myself during some of the darkest times in my life. I gained an understanding that my past, specifically that part of my life, did not dictate my future. That forgiveness brought on courage & strength.

I have used that courage to show others that there is life after depression. You don’t have to give up. You deserve a second chance to be loved by those who truly cherish you.

In the last 3 years; I have become a Model, Brand Ambassador, Mentor and Motivational Speaker. I’ve walked the runways in numerous of Fashion Shows, and I have given speeches at schools to encourage others to love themselves. Through prayer and conversations with my family, I began the process of healing from my past. You see, peace comes once you are strong enough to forgive those that hurt you.

La-Anna Douglas is th Creator of Hopestillstands LLC. Instagram and Facebook: @Hopestillstands LLC

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Do You Have A Dollar or Two for Cash, May God Bless Bless You

By Ms. Mariatu Kargbo, Esq

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n the year 2018, Molly Sue Carrington, Hop hop hop; Molly Sue Carrington, hop hop hop; sweet and low I

sing sweet and low I sing. Today, fresh faced with a powder, lipstick, and lip gloss, Molly Sue pondered and wondered, as she sat on a stool sit chair with armored gloss wood trimmings decoration, mirroredly looked out without cash, without monies, with Automatic Teller Machine (ATM) cards, vendor receipts, money bags, etc., without cash. Paul Revere of the west paw paw paw, swept slept aside of the hard days

the custody of her parents and grandparent, Mushy

of cruising, crushing the walls, streets, begging, peddling

Sue. With three of her and Dolly Doug’s children in De-

for cash from strangers for a dollar of two – God bless you

partment of Social Services, for termination of parental

for cash-- $1 dollar or two with strangers at the gas station,

rights, the parties searched for lawyers and claims but

food Mart, drug stores, again and again and again to all

with no avail or success. Today, Molly Sue and Dolly

other stores convenience stores and markets malls, etcetera,

Doug, her husband, sat on top the tree corner and out

etcetera, etcetera, (Etc), begging for cigarettes too and Black

facing the 7-11 begging for monies, food stamps, cash

and Mild Cigars – money for liquor, money for food, Sweet

for liquor, lays potatoes chips, peanuts foods, churches

and Low. Once grew to the age of 19, seeking a dollar or two,

chicken, cribs beds, clothes, baby food, cash for living,

god bless you, god bless you, quickly, quickly, hop hop hop;

cash for fries and chips.

six months ago, her mother stop giving her monies and from her social security, she is basically starving for monies for

On this sunny, July day, Dolly Doug, begs for cash for

herself her lifestyle, her dreams of acting going to Hollywood

cigarettes, and buys singles at the 2 Hour Mart Con-

with her husband eventually, she would go to Hollywood to be

venience Store, one cigarettes for $.50 cents and two

a movie actress; Molly Sue Carrington keeps the dream and

for $1.00 dollar stringing for cash playing love music

love alive, she checks in for acting gigs, plays and still sends

for monies with husband Dolly Doug, stringing for cash

in her resume.

monies for clothes and hoping, hopping, hopping and hopingly looking for work in the small Town of Bladens-

Married for two years with four children, and another one on

burg, MD – rumored, rumored, again and again, looking

the way, mother of Getty Sue (Daughter, age 6), Grity (Son,

for cash sweating, begging and asking strangers, busi-

age six), Get (Daughter, age three) and Crity Ally (Daughter,

ness for cash, ask and ask for cash withdrawals, perry,

age one) paying child support and monies for children’s care

perry quote, perry, perry withdrawals statements banks

with a minimal food stamps from the government of depart-

quotes carryout withdrawals statements, bank allow-

ment of social services every one month; only Crity Ally is in

ances long out with cash balances. The bustlingly, rusty

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city long ago chased out family owned banks for long industrialized complex banks and bank account, and parking malls with Town of Bladensburg five minutes from the metropolis of Washington, DC, Port Towns looking for a news media for that hollowed job or to be a news anchor.

Tomorrow, sunshine day, the parties road shacks the streets parking lots looking for news news jobs and other media outlets, they peruse the news media, newspaper junkets and other news worthy sources for funds to feed the family, raise income for the parties Department of Social Services cases and other newsworthy funds for foods. Looking for media jobs galore, jobs galore, work galore, monies, monies, monies galore - all the wonders for media jobs awaits it all when the markets awaits while Molly Sue and Dolly Doug, awaits for a dollar or two from passerby at the Mow Mow Gas Station. On this sunny, bloomy, blue, glowy July day, drily wonder days the parties beg everybody to deliver a dollar or two to them, inside the Town of Bladensburg, a dollar or two, day for day, survival for survival, the parties gain, and their begging panhandling friends all beg of a dollar or two – God Bless You, God Bless.

The End.

Photographs by Ed Robertson and James Garman

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What We’re Eating Tomato and Corn Pie

If you’re like me, a weekend in summer is not complete without a trip to the farmer’s market or local farm stand. And this is the perfect time of year to pick up some of those beautiful Eastern Shore (or Western Shore, for that matter!) tomatoes and corn.

I fell in love with this recipe because it allows me to use both lovely ingredients in one simple weeknight recipe. Feel free to use your leftover corn or “seconds” tomatoes- this recipe is very forgiving.

You’ll Need: • Pie crust, top and bottom (store-bought or make your own, if you’re feeling fancy!)

• 3 large tomatoes • 1 1/2 cups corn from about three ears of corn, roughly chopped • 3 Tbsp. chopped chives • 1 tsp salt • 1/4 tsp pepper • 7 ounces sharp cheddar cheese, shredded (buy pre-shredded to save prep time) • 1/3 cup mayonnaise • 2 Tbsp. fresh lemon juice • 1 Tbsp. melted butter (for brushing on the crust) Preheat oven to 400 F°.

• Prep the filling by slicing tomatoes into ¼ inch slices and de-seeding about 75% of the slices, so the filling doesn’t get soggy. Whisk together mayo and lemon juice in a small bowl. Chop the chives and grate the cheese (if not pre-shredded). A note on the corn: I often use leftover corn so it is already cooked. You can also use uncooked corn, though, as the recipe suggests or you can boil it for a few minutes, like I tend to do- just depends on your texture preference • Roll out one crust on the bottom of your pie pan. Layer half the tomatoes, then half the corn, half the chives, salt and pepper, then half the cheese. Repeat layering with remaining tomatoes, corn, chives, salt and pepper. Drizzle with lemon mayo, then top with remaining cheese.

• Roll out the second crust on top, crimping the sides and cutting a slit or shape in the center to vent. Brush crust edges and top with the melted butter. Bake for 30-35 minutes. Keep an eye on the edges of the crust and cover with foil for the last 5-10 minutes if they are starting to brown before the rest.

Enjoy the taste of summer in Maryland!

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