UNCOVER YOUR MAGIC & START YOUR JOURNEY

FIND THE GAP IN WHERE YOU ARE NOW AND WHERE YOU WANT TO BE

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.
- Mark Twain

spoken poetry, poem, front porch, itsmyjourney

FRONT PORCH SCRIPTS AND POETRY
COMING SOON

Is just what the doctor ordered for some much needed girl time.
Grab a couple of besties, a bottle of wine,
a front porch, and have a recorder in line.

For updates be sure to follow
It's My Journey on FACEBOOK or follow me on TWITTER

 

SHE SHOWED THE MOON HER SCARS

Plagued by recurring dreams of a young girl who had been kidnapped for sex-trafficking had me doing a lot of research.  Seeing things I could not unsee.  I can not imagine myself, my daughter or anyone falling prey to this evil. Many being lured in by several manipulative tactics.

See Polaris Project for Facts
and How to Recognize the Signs

Sex-trafficking is a modern form of slavery. "In a 2014 report, the Urban Institute estimated that the underground sex economy ranged from $39.9 million in Denver, Colorado, to $290 million in Atlanta, Georgia"

 

sex-trafficking poem, She showed the moon her scars
spoken poetry, poem, front porch, itsmyjourney

FRONT PORCH SCRIPTS AND POETRY
COMING SOON

Is just what the doctor ordered for some much needed girl time.
Grab a couple of besties, a bottle of wine,
a front porch, and have a recorder in line.

For updates be sure to follow
It's My Journey on FACEBOOK or follow me on TWITTER

 

SHE SHOWED THE MOON HER SCARS

Plagued by recurring dreams of a young girl who had been kidnapped for sex-trafficking had me doing a lot of research.  Seeing things I could not unsee.  I can not imagine myself, my daughter or anyone falling prey to this evil. Many being lured in by several manipulative tactics.

See Polaris Project for Facts
and How to Recognize the Signs

Sex-trafficking is a modern form of slavery. "In a 2014 report, the Urban Institute estimated that the underground sex economy ranged from $39.9 million in Denver, Colorado, to $290 million in Atlanta, Georgia"

 

sex-trafficking poem, She showed the moon her scars

Good-Bye Corporate America
My need to leave Wall Street behind.

"The decision to leave a career as a financial advisor did not happen without anguish, migraines, and escapism from everything that once seemed normal.   It has not been painless and I can assure you some other character grabbed the bed of roses I was hoping for and left me a steep hill of thorns.  I continue to clobber FEAR (False Evidence Appearing Real) and anxiety weekly now instead of hourly. I wake up each day to embrace every step of the way, thorns and all"
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THE UNREAD BOOK

Another notch on the bed post, she catches a glimpse from a past and in the split of a second she believes, this is it, the other part of me. The energy so gentle, eyes worn yet kind, wisdom to understand, she is part of her past. Feeling safe today at last. Knowing tomorrow will come, alive and well, out of nowhere, Mr. Doubtful uninvitedly steps in to prepare. He will slowly break her and guide her on the hows and whys of goodbyes. Each day she’ll practice her lines in response to his until the sins of damaged goods rears its head and the excitement of yesterday inevitably turns to dread. READ MORE

 

 

Unread Book of Poetry

Good-Bye Corporate America
My need to leave Wall Street behind.

"The decision to leave a career as a financial advisor did not happen without anguish, migraines, and escapism from everything that once seemed normal.   It has not been painless and I can assure you some other character grabbed the bed of roses I was hoping for and left me a steep hill of thorns.  I continue to clobber FEAR (False Evidence Appearing Real) and anxiety weekly now instead of hourly. I wake up each day to embrace every step of the way, thorns and all"
READ MORE

THE UNREAD BOOK

Another notch on the bed post, she catches a glimpse from a past and in the split of a second she believes, this is it, the other part of me. The energy so gentle, eyes worn yet kind, wisdom to understand, she is part of her past. Feeling safe today at last. Knowing tomorrow will come, alive and well, out of nowhere, Mr. Doubtful uninvitedly steps in to prepare. He will slowly break her and guide her on the hows and whys of goodbyes. Each day she’ll practice her lines in response to his until the sins of damaged goods rears its head and the excitement of yesterday inevitably turns to dread. READ MORE

 

 

Unread Book of Poetry
Daddy why spoken poetry, woman, girl, spoken poetry

DADDY WHY

My idol, my dreams, my days lost, my screams, broken visitations, left my heart breaking, too many unnecessary accusations.  You taught me how to fake a smile, show my teeth, grin and bare it like a crocodile. It was you that gave this girl a reason to forge a grin, broke me down, stomped my heart, crushed my cubic zirconia princess crown.  Giving my first lessons on goodbyes and unrequited loves, Daddy why?
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THE GIRL WITHOUT PANTYHOSE

HOLD TIGHT

This one holds much laughter that you do not want to miss!  Get your horse laughs ready!

Girl Without Pantyhose
Daddy why spoken poetry, woman, girl, spoken poetry

DADDY WHY

My idol, my dreams, my days lost, my screams, broken visitations, left my heart breaking, too many unnecessary accusations.  You taught me how to fake a smile, show my teeth, grin and bare it like a crocodile. It was you that gave this girl a reason to forge a grin, broke me down, stomped my heart, crushed my cubic zirconia princess crown.  Giving my first lessons on goodbyes and unrequited loves, Daddy why?
READ MORE

THE GIRL WITHOUT PANTYHOSE

HOLD TIGHT

This one holds much laughter that you do not want to miss!  Get your horse laughs ready!

Girl Without Pantyhose
JayBird Hinton

DON'T LEAVE THEM WITH A BAD GOOD-BYE

I smelled you in every breeze
I saw a glance of you in mirrors
I heard you whisper my name
I sang the songs only you could have written
I had the dreams only you could have directed
READ MORE (blog post and poem)

FREEDOM OF SPEECH, RIGHT

It downright disappoints me, when my newsfeed is bad energy
filled with negative memes, bitching again and again.
Someone’s falling prey to negativity around change
creating peace and removing hate. Y’all got my brain in pain!
When that happens, my 2 cents thinks its 2 million,
mouth from the south, no filter here goes.
Where have you been the last 20 years, let me guess, under a rock,
living in the past, or no one knows?
If it separates us, divides us, reminds us of hate, mow it down.
Stand stubborn if you choose, put it on your land,
but not on common ground.
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statues, graves, war
JayBird Hinton

DON'T LEAVE THEM WITH A BAD GOOD-BYE

I smelled you in every breeze
I saw a glance of you in mirrors
I heard you whisper my name
I sang the songs only you could have written
I had the dreams only you could have directed
READ MORE (blog post and poem)

FREEDOM OF SPEECH, RIGHT

It downright disappoints me, when my newsfeed is bad energy
filled with negative memes, bitching again and again.
Someone’s falling prey to negativity around change
creating peace and removing hate. Y’all got my brain in pain!
When that happens, my 2 cents thinks its 2 million,
mouth from the south, no filter here goes.
Where have you been the last 20 years, let me guess, under a rock,
living in the past, or no one knows?
If it separates us, divides us, reminds us of hate, mow it down.
Stand stubborn if you choose, put it on your land,
but not on common ground.
READ MORE

statues, graves, war