My Energy


 

Hello its been awhile since I posted something. I’ve been busy writing this summer. I’d like to share my poem, “My Energy.” I wrote this poem for the many women I work with to encourage them that they’re more than enough. It doesn’t matter what others are saying about them because they don’t know them anyway. The only thing that matters is their children and themselves.

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My energy is colorful……it allows me to see the world as a rainbow.

My energy is universal……I am free to love others and celebrate our differences.

My energy is soulful……I dance to my own beat of life.

My energy is powerful……I am getting stronger and stronger everyday.

My energy is passionate…..I feel deeply about my independence, life, and my children.

My energy is truth……no one will take it away from me.

My energy is faith…..I believe I can get up and keep moving forward.

My energy is life….I woke up this morning determined to win.

My energy is fire…..I  made it through bad situations and found me.

My energy is earth……I’m not afraid to listen to my inner self to find peace.

My energy is brilliant…..I am smart, intelligent and clever

I am all of these things and more.

Written and copyrighted by Janiese Williams-Wesley

Mama Grey


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Dear Lord

Take my hand

Lead me on

Give me courage to open these doors you’ve given me to do.

Help these women with children

You gave me this shelter of light to be a guide to those that are lost.

Except I need your help to run this place.

I got no children to help me run this place or children to live this Legacy to.

Buildings run down

roof about to fall on us

Love is the glue that’s holding this place together.

 

Mama Grey         ( a voice outside the office door)

Mama Grey

Laud see what I’m talking about.

 

Mama Grey (Young ladies voice outside)

Mother Grey

we need your help

Chloe’s water broke

Daphne and Linda are fussing over house chores.

Continue reading “Mama Grey”

Truth Revealed


My Grandmother

2015-12-10-11.11.18.jpg.jpg This poem is in remembrance of my Grandmother Pastor Dorothy Williams who taught me about God, living righteous, and how to Pray.

Respectfully yours,

Janiese Wesley

Grandmother said to me

An idle mind is the devil’s workshop

An idle mind is the devil’s workshop

I’d laugh

She’d say

Know your spirit

Know your spirit

The day you don’t know your spirit

is the day that you’re dead

A death that man can’t reverse

Prepare for your hearse

What will the preacher say over you?

Today

I’m telling you the truth

If you don’t live right

The grave diggers will come for you

Serve Jesus in your youth

Follow him all through your living days

Don’t forget to watch and Pray

The grave diggers look for an easy prey

Recollect

Living without Jesus

Believing in Nothing

robs you of eternal life

Ashes to Ashes

Dust to Dust

Jesus gave eternal life

to our world filled with strife

Many believe that there isn’t an afterlife

A big party

Carelessly gambling their life away

satisfying and fulfilling their appetites

Acting like everything is alright

And it’s not

Be wise

Live a pure life for God

or the grave diggers will come for you.

They’ve prepared a place for those who choose death

Choose Life

Like the woman at the well

Jesus died to save our soul from hell

Salvation isn’t for sale

It’s free

Truth Revealed

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heaven Dances


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Open up the windows of heaven
Pour out your anointing on me
One touch from God’s hand
I’ll proclaim Jesus name out loud
With arms lifted high, and hands raised high,
I’ll dance like a carefree child
His love for me is beautiful like a mother who breastfeeds her newborn baby
I am new
His creation
I am in Christ Jesus
I am His child
Old things are passed away
He doesn’t look at my past anymore
It’s hidden and forgotten
Behold all things have become new
I am new
God made me  his child
I will dance for him
I am giddy and joyful
I will dance for him like David danced
Heaven Dances for me everyday

Fire


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Burn in me a fire that won’t burn out

A fire that I can’t hold in

A fire that sparks light- producing heat of intensity and everlasting life.

I don’t fear the burning within me

The Bible calls it the Holy Ghost

Third one of the Trinity

Third person of the Godhead

The first person revealed in scripture

He’s many things, so I’ll call him, “Helper.”

He keeps God’s word in my heart

His fire gives me strength

It’s fierce, acute, and soul searching

I am the candle and He is the flame of light bursting through me and all around me.

The fire is burning everything that isn’t like him

I will offer up a sweet fragrance.

Like prophet Jeremiah

I can’t keep quiet

Although people try to muzzle my mouth shut

Stomp out my confidence

Stifle my gifting, but they’ll never take him from me.

I will burn with flames of light to light the path for others.

I will burn with flames of His love to share with others

I will burn with flames of righteousness. I am His and He is mine.

I will burn with flames of passion

He suffered death, life and resurrection for all.

God’s passion is light

He’ll light my way

He’ll continue to burn, burn, burn, burn into my soul

With every passing day, I’ll give Him praise

For this precious Gift

@copyrighted by Janiese Wesley 2015

Self-Worth


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Rihanna at Kevin Durant’s birthday party in New York. (23rd September)

Wow I like this look on her. I almost didn’t recognize her. Rihanna is fully dressed in this photo.  Ladies self-worth isn’t in the clothes, make-up, or perfume we wear.  It comes from within a person.  It’s hard to have self-worth if you hate yourself .  Find two things you love about you and write them down, or post them somewhere.  It’s easy to forget what you wrote down about yourself.  Pull it out if you’re having a terrible day and you’re not loving you.

If you’re looking for a compliment and no one gives you one….Then you compliment you. This is how I encourage myself.  If I’m not my biggest fan than I can’t expect for others to cheer me on.  Are you saying, “What’s Rihanna got that I don’t have?”

Nothing. She doesn’t have anything that you don’t have.  Maybe she has money and you don’t, but money isn’t everything.  Yes, she’s smiling, but sometimes people smile to hide their true feelings. The fact is: You’re you and Rihanna is Rihanna.  What’s my point? You’re great the way you are darling.  You are unique and you’ve got talent and funkiness baby. The truth of the matter is: You Rock and Shine.!

I leave you with this………..Normal is in the eye of the beholder. ~Whoopi Goldberg

Aunt Toots Smile


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Hello everyone its been awhile. I’m back just like I promised and this time I’ve written a poem about my Aunt Toot who passed away this past February. She was a very remarkable woman who loved God, family, and life.  She loved life, and celebrated others. I hope that you enjoy this Poem. Let’s take a peek inside her life!

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It was Summer…….

She had white pants on with a beautiful black blouse. Her gold sandals played peek-a-boo under those white fancy pants.

I thought, when I grow up I want to be just like her. As she laughed and talked to Daisy my grandma, and Aunt Melba, her hair gently blew in the wind.

I can still smell her perfume just like it was yesterday.

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She was classy, sexy, and a sophisticated lady.

She wore red nail polish on her fingers and toenails. I wondered, how long did it take her to look that beautiful.

I wanted to paint my nails red too, but I was just a little girl in pig tails.

As she talked, she raise her hands and diamonds danced on every finger.

Aunt Toots Smile


She never spoke very loud. Her gentle Spirit spoke for her.

Her smile brightened my day, and her wisdom drew broken and lost souls to her bosom.

She treated everyone with love and kindness.

She wasn’t one for gossip or silly chatter.

She’d give you a look, and you knew to hush up that crazy talking.

She didn’t care what you thought about her cause she was going to be herself.

Behind her smile she saw hardships and pain.

But she keep on smiling.

She captivated my heart like a single red rose standing tall and proud.

Aunt Toots Smile

Some wondered, “What her secret was?” They say,” Why she smiling?”

I believe that she saw heaven. She wasn’t afraid to love others unconditionally.

Aunt Toots Smile

Know Who You Are


      I’m able to share my life experiences, so that others can learn from them.

Recently I chatted with one of my younger sisters named, “Jasmine” about children, money, and men. I’ve called her,”Queen” for years because there’s something special about her, but she doesn’t know it.  My mother asked me, “Why did you name her that?” I guess I started calling her, “Queen,” when I noticed how she agonized over her weight, her hair, and body shape.  We always thought that she was beautiful, and we told her often. However, Jasmine struggled with her weight and looks.  She’d put on clothes, and cried about how fat she looked.  Or she’d wear a coat in the summer to hide her arms.

As an older sister, I talked to her about loving herself and to think about two or three things that she liked about herself.  Jasmine tried this for a while, but gave up because she couldn’t lose the weight. I remember telling her, “Queen you have a beautiful voice.” She nod her head and said, ” I know,” as if to say, “What am I going to do with this?” At age 15, she started hanging around the wrong crowd in school.  When she turned 16 she said, “I can’t wait until I turn 18.” I asked her, “What’s so special about turning 18?”

She’d smile and say, “Nobody can tell me what to do!  I’m going to ask mom to throw me a Graduation Party at the Hotel.” I laughed and said, “Yeah right……mom will never do that Queen.”

When she turned 18, she secretly went to a Hotel against my mother’s wishes, partied all night, and got high.  The next day my mom scolded her, and that night she jumped out of her window, and got into a truck with some boy. She didn’t come back home until weeks later.

LA Vie est belle

Life is beautiful.  Choose your own path to happiness.

~LANCOME PARIS

Well you can’t believe everything you read in magazines, or see on TV. about life.  Yes my sister has chosen her own path, but it isn’t a path of happiness.  Two weeks ago, she came home high, with two kids, and no money.  Our family helped her and the children by patching them up with love.  Then she decided after staying a week that she’d go back to her abusive boyfriend. Today she called asking for money to buy Pampers, and expected us to wire her the money.

I love my sister and I asked her, “Why did you follow this man to Rhode Island? You moved without money or a job.” She said, “I know…..

Sisterhood is stong Sisters be kind and respect one another.
Sisterhood is stong
Sisters be kind and respect one another.

He’s getting work pretty soon.”

“Ladies know who you are and please love yourselves!”

 

 

 

Take Your Sisterhood Deeper


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Sisterhood is strong
Sisters be kind and respect one another.

There’s something special about true sisterhood-the kind where women share secrets, excited to see one another, and lifting up each other through dark times.  Sure women fall out from time to time, but nothing is more powerful than sisterhood. Sisterhood isn’t only for biological sisters, because your sister is your next door neighbor, best friend, co-worker, etc.

Listening to each others dreams, disappointments, and issues will enhance your sisterhood.

When is the last time you had a heart to heart talk with your BF, and she didn’t judge you?  Did she listen to you, or just talk about herself?  Are you always there for her, and she’s never there for you?  Maybe, she’s there for you and you’re not there for her.  Ladies it takes practice listening to conflict.  When you’re tired, and going through personal issues, it’s hard listening to someone else. But a True Sister Makes Time!

While you’re talking about your day, if your BF is quiet don’t think that she doesn’t have something to say.

I have a friend that I’ve known for several years, and every time we get together she talks about herself.  She’s been like this for years.  I feel, that she’s self-absorbed, and drama finds her.  Usually, I sit waiting to speak, but it’s hard getting anything in.  Sometimes, I ask,”Can I say something?”  She’ll say, “Oh my bad girl-Go ahead!”  Just as I open my mouth to speak she starts talking again.

In later years, I’ve learned to checkout of the conversation by daydreaming or playing on my phone.  If we’re talking on the phone, I’ll put the phone on speaker and do something around the house.  She never notices that I’ve put the phone on speaker.  I know, that’s wrong to walk away or daydream, but I’m tired of asking, “Can I say something?”

TELL THE TRUTH

When I told her how I felt, she apologized and said, “My bad…..I needed to talk to you!”  I told her that I understand, and that I want to hear what she has to say.  But I’m feeling that  she doesn’t value our friendship.  She felt terrible about this, but still didn’t change.  Ladies listen to your BF, and learn to appreciate each other.  You both can take turns talking.  A conversation is active and everyone can share.

Sisterhood is Strong. Ladies be kind and respect one another.