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Dazed
Dazed
Dazed
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Dazed

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DazeD is a collection of poems and short stories written by Vanessa Morgan and also features poems written by her son Malik. Malik was the focal point of Ms. Morgans first book, I Go Hard. In Dazed, Ms. Morgan allows us access to the experiences and life-lessons learned through these poems and short stories. DazeD reminds us that lifes storms are temporary and sometimes necessary in order for us to grow and become better individuals. And, after every storm there is a beautiful rainbow which colors and mends our hearts and eclipses our DazeD period. Ms. Morgan wants readers to follow her on this journey of love and realize the gift of understanding is all we need in this journey called life.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherAuthorHouse
Release dateDec 29, 2011
ISBN9781468506815
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Vanessa Morgan

Vanessa Morgan is known as the 'female version of Stephen King'. She's the author of two novels of supernatural suspense (Drowned Sorrow and The Strangers Outside) and two screenplays (A Good Man and GPS With Benefits). If she's not working on her latest supernatural thriller, you can find her reading, watching horror movies, blogging, digging through flea markets, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to her cat. She writes in English, Dutch and French.

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    Dazed - Vanessa Morgan

    Contents

    Preface

    They are Just Words

    Words

    My Story

    Don’t Say That

    Louder than Words

    Teachers

    Teachers

    Ill Equipped

    She Said, He Said

    Too Hard

    Colors

    Colors of Annie Ruth

    Annie Ruth -

    Singing My Colors

    Annie Ruth’s- Colored Women

    When my Grandmother Died

    You Don’t Define Me

    Belinda Blue

    My Aunt

    Born Black

    Through the Years

    DazeD

    Destructive People

    Jim & Mary - 2003

    LC’s Juke Joint/Rib Shack –

    1970

    Addicted — 1986

    Faking It - 2011

    The Lottery - 2007

    Eight Years - 2007

    Growing Up Gay – 1973

    My Best Friend Dying - 1992

    The People he Hurt

    Finding Tomorrow

    Fire Starter

    Reminiscing

    Affair

    SOS

    Save Our Sons

    Mad-Lyrick

    My Mother’s Eyes

    Stevie’s Story written in

    six parts.

    My Son

    Drugs

    Who’s in Charge?

    One Bad Choice

    It’s Just Me

    How can we help them?

    Mad-Lyrick

    (Malik)

    Niggas

    Don’t Look Back

    9 Times Out of 10

    Warning Signs

    Da Hard Youth

    I am Me

    Acknowledgements

    About the Author

    Preface

    I had to start at the end in order to understand the beginning and somewhere in between I found clarity. The truth as it is and not what my deceiving eyes had been telling me. With clarity comes peace, love, happiness and most of all new beginnings.

    They are Just Words

    I know for sure that what we dwell on is who we become.

    – Oprah Winfrey

    Words

    These words I love so well

    Won’t let me recite the stories I tell

    I have a disability -it’s the inability

    To pronounce words correctly

    In my mind I enunciate perfectly

    But when I speak these words they betray me

    I stutter and stumble

    Become frustrated and mumble

    So people think I am not smart

    When I was young, that broke my heart

    I love words and that’s a fact

    It’s doesn’t matter if they don’t love me back

    I will never stop reading them

    I will never stop writing them

    Because with words I can live my fantasies

    Always have sunny days and sail the blue seas

    With these words I can go back in time

    Or describe all the images in my mind

    With these words I can be who or what I want to be

    And they can’t deny the love they have for me.

    My Story

    I had to tell my story but I didn’t know how because the words were too difficult to speak.

    I wrote them down and decided I would make them a song.

    Although the music was beautiful the words carried too much pain;

    And the music would not attach itself to the words so the song did not take life.

    I tried to tell my story through a dance and the dancers would move to the spoken words.

    But when they heard the words their faces were grimaced and their bodies contorted.

    They couldn’t listen to the words and move gracefully because the words carried too much pain;

    And their movements would not attach to the words so the dance did not take life.

    So, I wrote the words in a book and I put it in my chest and left them there…

    Then the rain came and the levies broke;

    All of my possessions got water soaked;

    But someone found my words in the debris;

    And started reading the words to me.

    She read them clear and loud;

    Until the words formed a crowd;

    The words described so much pain and agony;

    And no one knew the story was about me.

    It was because our stories were basically

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