Beautiful Stranger

Out of the crowds

Her face emerged,

A stranger with a

familiar look..... and a

story behind her eyes.

I am familiar with the plot,

I know that I have read it before...

The similarity rivals my own.

Below her eyes,

Her supple lips form a smile

My lips do the same in return,

She watches me as we pass,

She can read the story,

Behind my own eyes.

Strangers in a societal sense,

The recognition of familiarity...

and the promise to

meet yet again.

V-Day... Until the Violence Stops!

So, I just got my invitation to the Vagina Monologues hosted by my Alma Mater, Wesleyan College in Macon, Georgia. This year’s benefit production sheds light on the rape of women and girls in war-torn Democratic Republic of Congo. Proceeds from this year’s show benefit Commune des Femmes de Kamanyola, a non-profit organization dedicated to rehabilitating victims of sexual violence in the DRC. This year’s show also benefits the Rape Crisis Center and Safehouse in Macon.

So where will you be on Friday, February 13, 2009 @ 8:30 pm?

What is V-Day?

Eve Ensler states, "As I traveled with the piece to city after city, country after country, hundreds of women waited after the show to talk to me about their lives. The play had somehow freed up their memories, pain, and desire. Night after night I heard the same stories -- women being raped as teenagers, in college, as little girls, as elderly women; women who had finally escaped bring beaten to death by their husbands; women who were terrified to leave; women who were taken sexually, before they were even conscious of sex, by their stepfathers, brothers, cousins, uncles, mothers and fathers.... Slowly it dawned on me that nothing was more important than stopping violence toward women."

This led to a poignant and hilarious tour of the last frontier, the ultimate forbidden zone, The Vagina Monologues is a celebration of female sexuality in all its complexity and mystery. In this stunning phenomenon that has swept the nation, Eve Ensler gives us real women's stories of intimacy, vulnerability, and sexual self-discovery.

Celebrated as the bible for a new generation of women, The Vagina Monologues has been performed in cities all across America and at hundreds of college campuses. It has inspired a dynamic grassroots movement--V-Day--to stop violence against women. Witty and irreverent, compassionate and wise, Eve Ensler's Obie Award-winning masterpiece gives voice to women's deepest fantasies and fears, guaranteeing that no one who reads it will ever look at a woman's body, or think of sex, in quite the same way again.

Based on interviews with over 200 women about their memories and experiences of sexuality, The Vagina Monologues gives voice to women's deepest fantasies and fears, guaranteeing that no one who reads it will ever look at a woman's body, or think of sex, in quite the same way again. It is witty and irreverent, compassionate and wise. "At first women were reluctant to talk," Ensler writes. "They were a little shy. But once they got going, you couldn't stop them."

If you haven't heard of V-Day and the Vagina Monologues, please check it out and/or find a local college or community that will be putting on the play. Visit: http://events.vday.org/search.php

My Journey... continues

Yesterday I wrote about a time,
where I visited the River Styx,
It proved to be one of the hardest
trips that I had to make,
Giving my little one to the boatman,
Still my journey goes on.
My daughter...she still comes to me,
in my dreams,
sometimes as a infant,
sometimes as a toddler,
sometimes as a child,
I always know when she's here.
Looking after her mommy.
She lets me know that,
she is OK.
She is happy and content.
And sometimes it makes me wonder,
Why am I not as happy as my
Mickey-Girl.

Well, today I am making an affirmation.

I choose life.
Grief is a powerful thing.
For 8 years, I have let it consume me.
Devour my heart and soul until,
there was nothing left to give
to anyone else.
Today, I choose happiness.
I choose to look at life as a blessing,
not a burden.
Instead of thinking of what could have
been... I am looking at what I have.
I choose tranquility,
I choose peace,
I choose prosperity,
I choose to love,
I choose to live.



My life has been a series of uuupppsss and dddooowwwnnnsss.



But I choose to be me.
Had it not been for those life
lessons. I would not be the person
that I am today.



Today, I choose the top.
I will be successful,
I will be rich beyond my wildest imagination,
In life, love, and riches,
I will speak nothing but positive thoughts,
For they will re-align my life.

I come from a long lineage of
great Southern Ladies and I
will make them proud. I will be
the lady that I was groomed to be.



For everyone else:
I will see you at the top.
Mediocracy has never been
in my blood. I will not
fall prey to it now.
I hope that you see the greatness
in you that I have found in myself.



Lots of love, peace, and tranquility,

Signed,
Ms. Alfreda "Fre-" Whatley

PostScript: Sometimes you have to get a little rain in your life to see the rainbows. For me... it has been 8 years of rain and sometimes, I wondered would it ever cease. My faith faltered at times. I became downtrodden. But as a woman... I know that my God is an awesome one and She gave me everything that I need to survive in this very big world. See, I have learned when life gives you lemons... just learn how to make Lemonade. I don't know how you like yours but I like mine tangy but sweet just like me.

XOXO,

Fre-

Loss...

One sad morning almost 8 years ago to the day,
I had to witness the crossing of someone closest to me,
Our journey together had reached its end.
The river Styx was calling, beckoning for her.
Holding her close but knowing I had to let her go,
Is the hardest thing for a mother to do,
Checking her little pockets,
She needed two coins for the ride,
The ferryman wasn't a patient soul.
And there are no free rides where she was headed.
Then as fast as she came into the world,

She was gone,
Our time had come to it's close.
It didn't matter that I had journeyed from far away,
Hoping to get a last glimpse,
A last kiss or wave,
I had to let her go home,
Lurking in the shadows of the parapet,
Letting grief wash over my soul,
I had to turn away,
Couldn't watch her cross over into the
Promised Land.
Couldn't watch her be entombed in time without decay,
I had to journey on.
Never thought that I would feel like this,
Never thought I could understand loss.
I lost something that day
Something so dear and precious,
Priced more than the rarest diamonds or finest pearls.
She is priceless to me.

I finally understood loss...
It was the day I said goodbye to my daughter.

Dedicated to Little Miss Mi'Kaya Denise Whatley-Carmichael

Born: February 11, 2003 @ 4:42 AM

Mommy misses you, sweetheart!