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

A Girl Anywhere in the USA Volume 1

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A Choreopoem By Janiese Wesley

Dead Deniah


no good

You just like Him

You’re never amount to anything




Spitting out foul language

snorting crack

Grabbed the belt off of  one of her John’s pants

Wrapped it around my neck

choking me

Air left my body

Lifeless I laid there

wishing to die

I was just five

The word, “Him” became poison in my mom’s mouth

Infecting me /leaving it’s filthy residue on my heart.

As I grew older

I lost me somewhere between the sheets

I’m just saying, “I never was a little girl.”

It left me looking, wanting any man to fix the void in me.

Mommy let them have me

She’d get high in the other room

I’d scream ,”Mommy please help me!”

She’d yell back at me for not liking it

or distracting her from getting high

I thought, why won’t she look at me?

It’s crazy how she’d listen to BB King and get high at the same time.

Every night I laid awake thinking about, “Him.”

I wished he was here to protect me now

I never knew, “Him.” 

He left before I was potty broke.

Those men left their dirty stench on me

the smell will not pass

Who am I?

I’m no one

just a corpse / a crack heads daughter

My insides were given to the wild birds

I’m their prey

They ate me

I am nothing

Blackbird singing in the dead of the night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly


It’s your time

Jasmine the Pole Dancer


Don’t wait arou…

Don’t wait around for other people to be happy for you. Any happiness you get you’ve got to make yourself.
-Alice Walker

Ladies it’s important to celebrate ourselves because if we don’t no one else will.  You are great, and don’t let anyone tell you anything different.  Don’t let a man define you, break you down, or take your self-worth.  Once your honor is gone it’s hard to come back.  I leave you with this last quote:

When you don’t know how beautiful you are You will always be in search of happiness.


Hey Sis


Hey Sis

Didn’t you know that you are beautiful?

Didn’t you know that your name is going down in history as,





Your picture isn’t on an ad for Cover-girl or Revlon you’re still beautiful

You may never walk the runways of Paris, and  Rome you’re still beautiful.

Your  Cover-girl moment is now!

Baby you Rock!

Yes you’re worth it, so go ahead and work it!

Hey Sis, You Are Beautiful


Chapter 2: Learning to Say No

The purpose of writing this series, “Am I My Sister’s Keeper,” is to look at the emotional baggage that women carry around with them. No woman should have to be in an abusive relationship, or feel pressured to do things that they don’t want to do. My desire is to tear down walls of low self-esteem, fears, social stress, etc. This isn’t going to be solved overnight.


Several weeks ago at my job, I facilitated a group called, “Free to be Me.” I introduced this topic, “Learning to Say No,” and I wrote the two letter word, “No,” on the board. Many of the young women dropped their heads. When I asked, “Who can tell me what this word means,” two women answered in unison, “it means no to something.” As the evening progressed, I found out how hard it was for women to say no. Some described how hard it was to say no to their men, especially, when he wants money or sex. Some would do anything just to keep him happy.


Your Kind of Shades, your kind of price!

Yes, I know that you probably recognize this quote being a COVER-GIRL ad with Queen Latifah smiling like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Now there isn’t anything wrong with her smiling or posing for cover-girl; however, many women wear shades and it has nothing to do with feeling beautiful. Many of them don’t see themselves as beautiful. One young woman did drugs with her boyfriend just to keep him from beating her. She never did drugs before she met him, so to keep peace she took the drugs that he forced either up her nose or through her veins.

Someone may ask, “What price did she pay?” She paid a price that led her into jail, drug treatment, and at the clinic because she caught a std. Another young woman gave her EBT card to her cousin being considerate of the cousin taking care of her children for the evening. When she went to the store the next day, her card read a zero balance.

Then the young woman started crying and yelling, “Why did she do me like that? She’s my family.” Another young woman yelled, “Well, that’s on you. I’d never give my ebt card or the pin to my number to anyone.” The other women started agreeing with her and talking loud. I had to call the room to order, “Ladies let’s not talk about her because the next time it could be you. Instead, let’s help her brainstorm ways to say no.”

Here’s my own unscientific summary: If you’re not given the necessary skills to succeed-you remain powerless. In the past, many of my clients haven’t had opportunities to succeed. As a Case manager, I teach them many skills on learning how to say no, building up their self-esteem, 12 steps/ recovery, etc. It’s more about validating them and teaching them new ways of learning.

If you don't see your worth, you'll always cho...
If you don’t see your worth, you’ll always choose people who don’t see it either. When your self esteem rises, your life follows. -Mandy Hale (Photo credit: deeplifequotes)



Am I My Sister’s Keeper?

My Sister's Keeper
My Sister’s Keeper (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

All throughout History women stayed behind the scenes, on the forefront and everywhere in between. In the Bible days, up to 1920 women set quiet in the background, tending to the house,having children, and submissive to their men.

It wasn’t until 1920 that women were able to vote like men, for the first time. I am not one of those people who believe, that I’m not responsible for how I treat others. Nor can I turn away from a sister being screamed at by her man. It’s hard for me to see a woman wearing an outfit that doesn’t do anything for her figure, or wearing make-up that’s wrong for her complexion.

Sometimes, I resist the urge to help a woman wearing an old weave needing a helping hand. I love trying to fix everything around me, and stress out when I can’t. If my grandma was alive I’d ask her two questions like, “How did you survive picking cotton in the hot sun? Or how did great grandma survive life on a plantation?”

At night, I lie awake thinking about ways I help my sisters. As a Case Manager, I’m learning to listen to their stories. It doesn’t matter what color they are, or what background they came from. She’s my sister and she has a story to tell.

For this reason, I’m dedicating the next few posts to my sisters all over the world. I don’t care where they came from, what their sexual preferences are, or their race. We’re all women with amazing stories.

Follow me on this journey about amazing women, and please respond. Thanks Be Blessed!

P.S. If you haven’t read the story, “My Sister’s Keeper,” you should. It’s an excellent story of how two sister’s loved each other through sickness.

Trade Faces



One night you ran away from it all.

No more shame, abuse, or guilt.

Finally I’m free, you thought.

Though the voices shouted louder behind you

“You’re nothing! You’re poor and ugly!”

You ran toward the light not looking back.

They took away your dignity, your pride, your self-esteem, and your beauty.

A new beginning embraced you, and gave you a life of promises.

But you didn’t accept the invitation.

Though it insisted-you resisted and gave into the past.

Determined that no one will ever hurt you again.

You learned how to smile, look pretty, dress in fancy clothes, but you were hurting inside.

You cleaned up well, and fooled everyone around you.

Except you couldn’t fool the hurting little girl inside.

Throughout the years, she kept coming back.

She taught you to, “trade faces.”

In your dreams, she became you and you became her.

The only thing to do was to love her.

@Copyrighted by Janiese Wesley

If you don't see your worth, you'll always cho...
If you don’t see your worth, you’ll always choose people who don’t see it either. When your self esteem rises, your life follows. -Mandy Hale (Photo credit: deeplifequotes)