Tears…via @Tony Jones

TEARS

Dear: TEARS don’t you dare fall for him. Everytime he mistreat me you bring your ass around. I know that at a blink of the eye you gone come running. Well guess what I got news for you. Go ahead and stay where you at bc I’m not wasting anymore time wiping you away. Mark my words from here on out I’m wiping away the mutha fuckas that creates you. Yeah I was (T)orn and (E)motional (A)fter (R)ealizing I’m (S)ettling. No more TEARS OF SORROW for me. So if I let you come back around you must promise me you’ll be TEARS OF JOY…………Sincerely, Ms. Over it

Fellas, once your no longer worth her TEARS she’s found someone worth her SMILE. ~TONY JONES~

GET UP!

I was not always free. Even when I danced I was bound.
Bound within the thoughts of my own mind.
My reality was warped with the false sense that I was loved by those who were familiar with my birth.
I walked around serpents, but I didn’t recognize them as such, because they smiled instead of hissed.
I assumed that all the background noise was useless until I started to listen to their actions.
True motives are never hidden. They are always present. Pay attention.
Seemingly out of no where I took a hit, BOOM!
I was on my back. Down. I had fallen. I had fallen so deep no one was willing to reach that far too help me up.
They all just walked away.
I tried calling them one by one
Mother? Friend? Lover? Brother?
Where are you?
I needed all those “You know I will always be here”
“I love you”
“I’m here for you”…
But my understanding of what they said must have been lost in translation, because there was no power, no merit and no truth in what they told me.
I found that who I needed most was who I’ve always had…
Me.
The knight in shining armor lived in me.
In my fallen state I rediscovered my strength.
The lioness was sleep, not dead.
#Getup

Thoughts of myself

Hey beautiful! If i could have a few minutes of your time I’d like to say a few things that’s on my mind.
Every day I look in the mirror i see a different reflection of you.
Some days you smile a smile brighter than the morning sun. It’s so beautiful that I mimic exactly what I see.
Happiness.
Some mornings I see a beautiful woman, but she cries. The sadness of her heart transforms into heavy hot tears, and I mimic what i see. Sadness.
Some mornings you run right passed the mirror too afraid to look into your own eyes and I realize the look on your face anyway.
Disappointment.
Some mornings you look into my eyes and i see Satan himself all in your eyes trying to break into your spirit. You speak words and phrases that don’t belong to you. I recognize exactly what I see.
Anger.
This morning before I could see anything I searched real hard and I didn’t see anything.
I recognized it as emptiness.
I can’t wait until to tomorrow to tell you what I have to say so please Sis listen to what I have to say.
Gather your pieces. Gather them one by one. Do it now!
The love you are looking for is also looking for you.
Stop being afraid.
Stop second guessing yourself.
Stop giving your pearls to swine.
Stop beating yourself up for your mistakes.
Gather your pieces.
Forgive him, forgive her, forgive them.
Stop running.
Live Queen!!!!
The possibilities of your life is the limit of the sky.
Take flight!

Love: Brokenhearted? Read on…

One morning I woke up angry. I was angry with you, because of the way you treated me. I didn’t understand why life for us couldn’t be simple. After all we loved one another, right? 
I could never understand why it seemed I was the one always left holding the bag.
I questioned my love for you, but that was the one thing I was sure of. 
My love for you was a loyal type of love.
I was willing to do anything for you. 
I believed that was the makings of being in love. 
My next question was questioning the love you claimed to have for me, but instead of answers I ended up with more questions. 
I knew you were growing weary of the heaviness of our love story, because I shared the same feelings. 
My ego wouldn’t allow me to just walk away.
After all the time, effort, and years we had spent with one another i felt you owed me a commitment.
Soon I figured out the truth. The truth was this… You didn’t owe me anything, but the truth.
My anger was misplaced. 
The anger I felt for you belonged to me. 
My heart was desperate. 
Desperate for love. 
Desperate for a connection. 
Desperate to silence the whispers coming from other broken people. 
I was angry for allowing myself to become so needy. 
The truth is that all the love, respect, and honor I desired from you needed to first come from me. I had no right expecting you to love me more than I loved myself. 
My heart was already in pieces, and i unknowingly intrusted you with the job of mending it. 
Today I would like to apologize to you for trying to make you into my own personal superhero. 
I apologize to you for making you believe it was your place to fix me. 
The only piece of my heart you were ever responsible for was the piece that had your name written on it. 
I realize now that your heart was in pieces too. 
Shattered from brokenness. 
A broken childhood, shattered dreams and unfulfilled expectations. 
Your pieces consisted of unreleased tears you held hostage, because you believed a man ain’t suppose to cry. 
As I think of you today, wherever you may be I hope you have gathered all of your pieces and you are happy. 
I am not angry anymore. I forgave you, but most of all I forgave myself. I am free.
All of my pieces have returned to me, and life has begun to take flight.

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Transparency: Parenting an adult child.

My 3 children. My oldest is in the black shirt (Ms. Alexis), and my twins (Mr. Damion & Ms. Essence) My birthday dinner 4-22-2019…My facial expression tell the whole story

I became a mother at the age of 21. I was scared, over-joyed, and unprepared. I had no clue that my heart could love another human being as much as I loved this little person. I also did not know why God chose me to be her mommy. Her father…well that’s a different story for another day. He is deceased, and out of respect for my daughter i decline to say anything about him that is not uplifting and positive. Fast forward to the pre-teens and i wanted to choke her more times than I’d like to admit. She and I butted heads on small things, large things, most everything. She seemed to hate me. She was distant. She did not respect me. I wanted to know where i had went wrong with my daughter. Had something happened to her and I didn’t know? Did she love me? Can our relationship be fixed? She is my child that looks exactly like me. I was proud of her. We haven’t lived the best life, but by the grace of God we are still at this thing called mother and daughter relationship. There are some things that I did get wrong. A lot of things. There were things she got wrong. My point is none of us are perfect. Parenting doesn’t stop at 18 years old. She will be 22 years old next month, and we are still trying to get things right. I pray for my daughter everyday. I realize that she is entitled to live her life as she see fit, but she is also the one who has to figure out a plan when things don’t go as planned. I love you Ms. Alexis!! Signed: Your Mommy

To all my parents out there with grown children, what are your suggestions of having a successful relationship with your grown child?

Intro

Hello! Welcome to my blog! I am Deana Rice, but I write under my childhood nickname and place of birth which is….(insert drum rolls please)…Bootsiefromshelby 💞.

I’ve always had a love for writing and encouraging others, because I’ve suffered so many things in life. I know first hand what it’s like for someone to speak a kind word to you during those dark days. Guess what? I am that person.

What you will find here is personal testimonies, funny memes, my spiritual journey, and you may gain a friend (😁).

I am 43 years old. I am a mother of 3 gorgeous children who have given me a reason to laugh, smile, cry and curse! 🤣🤣

However, I wouldn’t trade them for the world! I have Alexis (21), Damion (15), and Essence (15)… yes they are twins 🤗. I come from a large family with humble beginnings. I am not married, but that will change one day soon. 💃🏼

I am a believer in Christ Jesus. My life has forever changed because of this relationship. No worries! I’m not a holy roller and I’m not going to bore you with cliches if we are in conversation.

Such as, You: ” Hey Bootsiefromshelby, how are you?” Me: “Hi honey, I’m blessed and highly favored by God.” It’s ok to love God and still have a regular conversation.

I don’t knock anyone who does do that, but it’s not who I am. I like to celebrate God in a different way. I like to reveal how he has blessed my life and performed miracles.

I do believe you have to have your own unique relationship with God. It is a beautiful thing.

This is a JUDGMENT FREE ZONE! All I ask is for you to respect me, my followers, and other readers in return.

Thank you for your time! If you would like to contact me in a more confidential space REGARDING ONE OF MY BLOGS, you may shoot me an email @Teamstronger2016@gmail.com. In the subject line please put: Blog post. Otherwise, it may get lost in email land.

Be blessed and thank you for visiting!

#bekind #beyou #bestrong #begreat

Sincerely,

Bootsiefromshelby 😍😜🤪