My Journey, My Style

Maya Angelou

1 Jun 2014

Being African American, Topic Thought.

Dear Maya Angelou,

I pray you read this letter from your home in heaven. I wanted to say thank-you for the time that you spent on earth fighting for civil rights, teaching, advocating and speaking for those whom voice was not heard; through poetry, dance, singing and acting. You were more than an activist. You were more than a writer/poet. You were more than a scholar. You were much more. You were a child of the high king who entrusted you with history. You were the daughter of a noble leader who gave you a sacred task. You were the student of the king of kings who asked you to teach lessons of love, life, integrity and spirituality. You were the student of all scholars who entrusted you with wisdom because you asked him so liberally. You were a daughter, mother, teacher, leader and a African monarch.

Your death scorns many hearts. The world has lost one of natures divine creatures. There are not many left who liberally pour out their wisdom. Your life and death has taught me to value the old in nature, and to take heed to the words they share. One day I hope to inspire thousands, too speak words that are like seeds planted and will eventually become trees.

You wrote well. You lived a life worth celebrating. I promise that my children and grandchildren will know your name, your story and your significance. I pray you are sitting with Jesus and those leaders such as MLK, Malcolm X, Marcus Garvey, Langston Hughes and much more sharing your journey and what it feels like to be home eternally.

You did it! We will miss you. Your life was not of the average celebrity, no. You are much more. You may not know me personally but I love you and I care. You are my inspiration and an example of how to be a “phenomenal woman” I can and will be.

Be at peace.

–Domenia L. Dickey

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Perspective Foster Parents

27 May 2014

Topic Thought., Truth & Foster Care

Dear Perspective Foster Parents,

I am writing this letter as a veteran of the Connecticut’s foster care system for six years and counting. I believe I should say thank-you for opening your home and providing love to a child or teenager. Thank-you! I also want to warn you and to let you know what you have just agreed to. This letter is a warning and to let you know, our hearts have been broken, confusion clutters our minds, we are looking for a family to be belong to. School may not be a our top priority, for we are trying to find ourselves and where we belong in this big cold world.

We might not fit in with your sons and daughters. It’s not your fault if we are quiet, shrugging our shoulders as if they are answers to your questions. It’s not you, no, it’s our past, about our mothers, sisters, fathers and brothers.We are children of the system; fighting to defy the worlds statistics.

Question: How do we make it? How do we fit in? We have a trash bag with our name on it and a shattered heart with unanswered questions. We don’t get to pick our homes; no, we are told were to sleep, eat and shit. Are, you in it until the end? When the road gets tough will you give up?

I promise it won’t be easy. Did I mention I’m mentally ill? Sometimes we don’t believe we are worth much, so the streets and gangs show us “true” love. Will you hug us at night? Or will I once again cry myself to sleep?

Did I tell you we have a diagnosis? We were told that we are bipolar, psychotic, ADD/ADHD, schizophrenic, bulimic, anorexic and much more. We’ll fight for your love and discipline; hugs and kisses. I’ll party, smoke weed, cut my arms and much more. I have a lot of baggage and it’s important for you to know what you just signed up for.

Our life is like a broken mirror, can we together put the pieces together? We know how to draw. We can sing. We can write. We love to act and dance. We’re not all broken pieces. We love school. We hate school. We’re more than a statistics and the stigmas are lies. Don’t give up on us. We need you until the end.

Thank-you for choosing to be my new mentor, mom and dad.

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A daughter’s heart.

23 Nov 2013

Truth & Foster Care

Dear moms,

Take care of your daughters and cherish them daily. To have a relationship with my mother has been nothing far from a dream. I see mothers and daughters together and I cry because I have not lived with my mother since I was eight years of age. The last real hug I received, that I could feel the love and energy was in the 1st grade. I have people who have taken the mother role in my life, and I am grateful, however; a hug and or kiss from the woman who gave birth to me would be grand.

I asked God, why did he deal me this deck of cards? He never answered my question. I am a 23 year old, working, and attending school full-time and in yet there is this void……

Where do I belong and who do I belong too? I’ll keep searching until I find the right answer. ((huggs))

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Christian Reflection

2 Nov 2013

Topic Thought.

I believe in God. I believe in Jesus. I believe in the Holy Spirit.

Lets get that straight.

I don’t pray as much as I should. In my head I tell myself that I don’t want to be that individual that prays when things are only wrong and to not be grateful for the good. Prayers isn’t a ritual and there is no right way to go about it, it’s a simple conversation from the heart.

I recently lost my job. I’m still not over it. Yes, yes I did pray to God for another job; who wouldn’t? However I begin to rest my mind and reflect on my past. I am a survivor. I survived rape, beatings, homelessness, hunger, being dirty, broke and alone; I will do it again. I prayed and thank-God for the opportunity to stop and reflect. It sucks to not have a job, but there will be another one.

I called my mom to tell her I feel at peace. I expressed that I am not troubled and I feel like a solider who just devoured their enemies.

In the book of Matthew, there is a story about how we are not to worry for tomorrow. For tomorrow has always taken care of itself. The example that was given were pigeons, who don’t worry about there next meal is but they know it will be there. We are expected to lean on God, and believe that God knows what’s best. If a pigeon doesn’t worry, then why should I. It’s an example. An analogy.

We are spiritual beings having a humanistic experience. Like Peter who used his faith and walked on water to Jesus. I’ll use mine and live day by day

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Maya Angelou

Perspective Foster Parents

A daughter’s heart.

Christian Reflection