Take it to know the true me this is just a few of the pictures that I have put out into the public eyes of the world wide web because I do not put on eres for No One. Take me as I am! I am not perfect; and I do not try the play Perfect! The person you see on this street is the person you will get when I'm in your personal space. I do not change THOUGH I have learned what are boundaries and those who will try to step over my boundaries will find out I'm not a whole lot of a joke. I will give you the rope to hang yourself and that she do it without even knowing you're doing it.
I always said there is no shame to my game. when it comes to me being real about my life. this is not one of them pictures that I will want everyone to seek but since my mission is to tell the truth about my journey and my life this is one of them pictures yeah I think is a must to see this is what it's like for me when my legs don't work. I can sit in a tub up to 4 hours taking hot water as hot as I can just to get my muscles to relax so I can walk a little bit. there's no need to feel sorry for me this is something I've been doing since I was little. if you don't know what it's like to have your legs fail on you you can't imagine how it is and you cannot be someone if you never been through half of what that person been through.
Why is this page name the Poisoned Pen Point?!
There is a healing in a POISONED PEN.
Plus at the time that is the weapon and tool that you use to to get to the other side.
It might be a one-sided view of a thing that is my point of view.
Statement by Terravia D Green
Why is this page name the Poisoned Pen Point?!
This is where the truth about these situations or a thing that is eating at my nerves comes out unapologetically!
Not sugar-coated but raw and truefully to deal with the poison those situations has put in to my body and on my mind.
I am putting my big girl panties on in dealing with the truth of my life. I really don't need people approval.
What works for someone else may not work for me and the GOD given GIFT to me is to write about the things I go through truthly.
I tend to go to the dark side quicker then the perfect pretty picture.
And I know for a fact that God works with both sides to get the best out of me so therefore no one can tell me I cannot write dark.
Because God uses both to heal a person.
I will not dishonor the Gothic side of me.
I do not fit in the Boxes! I do not fit into labels!
That's the thing I'm very pleased about I must be unique to my experiences.
I must be free to be who I am to be and this is who I am.
I do not owe anyone and apology for who I am I have fought all my life to be who I am and how God wants me to be.
In this day and this time where people are trying to be someone else. I am standing up for me and the one's that have no voice the ones that cannot speak for theirselves.
I am here to give any nuggets of help to you. Know this I do not have your answers. You and only you
The Bastard Child
The child that no one wants the recognized. The child that society looks down on. The child that don't get no glory from anyone. The child that alwaws got the whispers every time she or he comes into the room. For me as that kind of child I got told a lot of things like I was an unwanted child by both parents. I was even subjected to my Father's wife that I loved liked a second mom. Every time she could get me alone weather it was over the phone or are in person she could not wait to try to tell me my father was not my father. and it went on for 21 years. The years of hearing that lie all the Butt whipping I had to take because I would say yes he is my father. I remember one time that a family friend told my older sister that I was her sister. I was about 14 and my older sister was about 16. that was the beginning of the end of our friendship and it pains me vet I could not change who I was yes I was the one made out of wedlock. I was the one caught in the middle of two wars.I was caught trying to walk between two different worlds I'm the one that had the carry the burden most of the time. And the burden was not mine bare at all. I thought I gave it up back in 2014. When I saw my father for the last time face to face. While I was going through a major depression from being stressed out by several things which was a demonic spirit and then a situation that I could not control. Somewhere between 2015 and 2017 I made contact with my older sister. She wanted me to prove who I was so I did the only way I knew how to at the time I took a picture of my birth certificate and showed to her through Facebook. at the time I thought it would bring us together as time went one and I'm writing this poem because my dad has crossed over into the next dimension. I thought the death would be the end of my hurt but it only open the door to be rejected one last time. I spotted the post I went to check on my sister and gave her her space so she could grieve the loss of her father. I came back to check up on her to my shock my comment on her was deleted from her page. you cannot force anyone to love you and for me I cannot force someone to be a part of my life. even though I love my sister to the end of time I love my younger brother the same way. they make their choices and I'm not sure what it was but I refused to be known as the bastard child any longer. I cannot miss what I never had. I only can walk in the truth that I know who my father was whose child I am. And walk in the true unconditional love that I know that God has taught me to walk in I don't need to be justified by people that never understood that my love is totally unconditionally given to you just because that's how I am. and not to take things personally because of the truth who you are bothered you March 4th 2019 6:17 a.m.