tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78883996851653769252012-01-18T20:49:20.883-06:00RANDOM RANTS OF TRUTH OF A SOCIAL BUTTERFLYNakia, a Social Butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00573334233851642094noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888399685165376925.post-81791359691591377062012-01-17T10:52:00.000-06:002012-01-17T10:52:44.084-06:00

As I was out inspiration seeking this morning, I ran across a blog post written last year by Cynthia Patterson or more affectionately known as Elder P. I hope you find the same encouragement as I did. And please check out her book, It Had to Happen. Be blessed today friends! - Nakia It Had To Happen: Are You Ready to Experience Something New?: By: Cynthia A. Patterson Your car broke down,

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A headline in the news caught my attention this morning… Texas judge needs help, says beaten daughter. Judge Who Beat Daughter Not Remorseful… Judge William Adams Who Beat Daughter Says He Did Nothing… a long list of catchy one-liners popped up in my Google search. After only being able to bear watching parts of the "beating/spanking" video, I was curious as to what my Facebook friends thought

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Nakia R. Laushaul Dishes on Debut Novel | Rolling Out - Black News, Celebrity Videos, Entertainment, Business & Politics

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I wrote this poem out of a desire ... not to be labeled, stereotyped, or considered a victim. It's a movement: No labels.Psalm 139:13-14For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made: your works are wonderful,I know that full well.

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Want to know what's going on with Me, Running from Solace, & The Truth As I See It: In Poetry & Prose? Well, check out my latest newsletter, It's Hot Out Here for a Book, and stay up to date! I really hope you are enjoying your summer and that by way of literature, I am a part of it. Peace, Nakia http://myemail.constantcontact.com/It-s-Hot-Out-Here-for-a-Book.html?soid=1103316066868&aid=

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The write life is the right life for me!

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Genesis 6:5-65 The LORD saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time. 6 The LORD regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled. I wonder what an ugly heart looks like on the inside. Is it permanently frozen, immobilized in a block of black

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 Running from Solace 

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COMING MARCH 2011! Running from Solace casts a new glow on an old situation. Chapter One: Naomi      Once, she flung a heavy ashtray at my head and blood spewed onto my new pink summer dress like red polka dots because I didn't respond to her calling me, "Naomi! Naomi!" I was trying frantically to reach her special ashtray with the real stinky cigarettes in it from underneath the bed, so I

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THE TRUTH AS I SEE IT: IN POETRY AND PROSEPresenting Me © 2010 Nakia R. Laushaul I present to me—MeNever looked at myself in this fashionSort of feeling this brand new self attractionExcited about my extra personal affairI’m so becoming to myselfFrom my cute toes up to my last thread of hairCan’t explain what is happening to meMy attitude in sync with my true beingIt’s all aligningI feel God

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Matthew 5:23-24 “Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother or sister has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to them; then come and offer your gift.” I lost a good friend. No, I lost a great friend a few months ago. In the midst of all the frustration going on in my own life I vehemently

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The truth … changes daily. Yesterday I was a victim—maybe. Today I am a threat—definitely. Yesterday, I experienced one of the most gut wrenching—knock down—drag out bouts with satan ever. Yikes, he plays dirty. I’m going to write in terms of yesterday although it was more of a brief spell in hell. For a minute there, I could have easily been mistaken for Job, whose name means; persecuted and

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Blog Hopping with a Social ButterflyThe way I see things ... by Dasaya Cates I’m sitting here thinking about that old Janet Jackson song, Control. You know it … Sing it: Got my own mind/I wanna make my own decisions When it has to do with my life, my life I wanna be the one in control Sigh. That would be me. I’m a big planner. I planned my December vacation in April. I like to be in control of

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. . . Now That I Finally Decided to GO Live! I never imagined that the path to following your dreams would be littered with so much beauty. Of course the road gets ragged with with its fair share of speed bumps, winding roads, and caution signals which you may also know as fear, cash flow, and time. The truth is, those stop signs existed before and they will always be there. You see, when I

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If you are afraid of being GREAT, then I'm talking specifically to you. “That’s because, you afraid of being GREAT!”I’ve heard my cousin say it a thousand times and not just to me. He says it to everybody. I can overhear him say it to someone else and I cringe as though he’s directing it to me personally. It’s not the phrase that makes me oh, so, uncomfortable. I think it’s a classic line. So

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     I remember when I was afraid of everything. I was afraid of riding a bike. I was afraid of water (I still am). I was afraid of the monkey bars, I never learned to twirl under and over like my friends. I was afraid of dogs, cats, snakes, spiders, like I said—everything. Including my own voice.  Do you want to know something strange? I have never, ever been afraid of people. There were some

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Well, Father’s Day is rolling around. The shelves are stocked at Wal-Mart with the best sentiments that Hallmark has to offer. You know those very special greetings for those who care to send the very best to their wonderful father. Many poems have been written to explain,How a mother's love can soothe the pain.But little has been said about a Father's concern,So...now...I think it must be his

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This is my testament, a letter—to faith. New endeavours are a true test of faith. It can be a wonderful joy to finally hold in your hand the one thing you desired for years. Sometimes, having that thing pushes you to the brink of spiritual chaos. After the labor, after the fanfare, you wonder, was it really worth it? Is it worth risking everything for? I sure hope Heaven has ears because I

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Keeping you up to date with The Truth - May! more info below on Poetry Outloud! Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

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Keeping you up to date with The Truth!(click to enlarge)Work hard and become a leader; be lazy and never succeed. Proverbs 12:24

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Check out the video for THE TRUTH AS IS SEE IT IN POETRY & PROSE. Brink of Submission is a poem that men appreciate and women can relate to. I've received alot of emails and feedback from both digging the honesty.. Hey, it's just THE TRUTH AS I SEE IT. Please enjoy!

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On December 6, 2008, I put my pen in my hand and God forced me to be still long enough to get all the thoughts swirling in my heart, out on paper. Still, long enough so that for the very first time in my life I would see my dream, my purpose in life come to completion (Phil 1:6). Completion, not as in that's it, I am done, because I will do it again. This is the just the beginning for me. I will

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So as the day changes and the seasons slip lazily over me, so do my priorities. Someone recently told me they felt like I seemed very disgusted by a situation in which I initially felt very passionate about. He thought I’d given up because I detached myself from it. Yes, initially I felt strongly about the situation; however it seemed to be a situation I didn’t think I could win, or more

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We are more like computers than we realize. Think about the day you brought your brand new cutting edge computer home. Oh, how you eagerly ripped open the cardboard, popped a couple bubbles of the bubble wrap, and finally the Hachi Tachi 3000, in your trembling hands! What a beauty. Clean with no scratches or blemishes to be found from the top to the bottom. I can just see you now, plugging it

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Excuse me.. Mine is missing the manualHow hard could this be? I asked myself as I looked at the beautiful baby snuggled in my arms. Just a few moments before he was taken from right underneath my heart and placed in my hands. In my care. Already, I loved him. Already I wanted the best for him. Raising J was gonna be a piece of cake. ✓ Clothes on his back ✓ Feed him ✓ Send him to school and at 18

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Lost Village The village is being pillaged.We laugh from sanctified perches.Generations march idly byLost.Robbed in hindsight. The village is now empty.I remember being about 13 yrs old with the audacity to cross my legs in church. I paid no attention to the fact that my skirt rose up over my knees. I was young and maybe I didn't care. But, She did. A mother, of the church walked towards me with

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I want wings. Seriously I do. BIG ones, full of color and life. I want wings with hues of red, orange, purple, and blue. It takes to long to mosey from flower to flower, I only get a sniff. If I had wings, I could fly and stay as long as I like and breathe in the fragrant aroma of life... If I had wings, I'd see all the danger zones from way up high in the sky. If I had wings, they'd stretch far

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By the time my words meet reality You are already a man to beGreat king in the makingI have given you all of meMerely a woman,Pouring until there is nothing leftRun with this opportunity...Aspire High. Stand tallYou are a Man.Lean on my shoulders,When you doubt what to doKnow Mom will praybut, You should tooand, let God guide you I love you! Raising J, is the most beautiful, arduous task I have

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I have always had a weird fixation on this idiom. I hate it. I mean why would someone want a piece of cake that can't be eaten? What's the point in having a piece of cake? if you are not allowed to partake of it's moist sweet deliciousness.I've had this cliche repeated to me soo many times, I can't even count or remember the many terms of the conversations. In essence this is what I hear, I can't

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Today, I too, celebrate My Personal Independence.I have my own declarations on which I stand. There are so many distractions and personal battles that become dream killers, and steal your time if left unharnessed. Of those we must become independent. To become independent of a thing you must have a revolution. America did it. 13 colonies stood against the Parliament of Great Britain and won.

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Shouldn’t I be ecstatic every time I grow? Every experience in my life enhances me, impacts me in some way. Both tiny and large, I study them all and take each one seriously. Why am I so not satisfied with just what I have? When the yearning in me keeps calling out to me disrupting my sleep, ending relationships. Some days I feel guilty, then I try to remember peace, and love, and life are

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Been looking for them, Them, or this mysterious They for a long time. Time flew past and i lost the opportunity to fulfill my destinyDestiny deterred, stinking in pseudo realityReality set in while i proclaimed busyBusy hunting for TheyThey, meanwhile, must have snatched my destiny away...or foolishly did i give it away, because who exactly is They?-Nakia LaushaulThey get blamed for Everything.

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Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents which, in prosperous circumstances, would have lain dormant. – HoraceLoL.. The first thing I learned about blogging…..Create your blog in word and paste. If you accidently stray-all of your hard work goes away! Good thing I am a writer with a sense of humor! There’s more where it all came from!

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Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents which, in prosperous circumstances, would have lain dormant. - HoraceAdversity brings out skills in us that we don't recognize or appreciate that we have. Probably because we are so focused on just plain ole surviving! Never imagining I can have more. I'm not saying that the prosperous don't ever live in a funk... of complacency, contentment, which

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