Authentically Nita

He uses alcohol to cover his pain. Unsure of how to sustain He lays down his troubles With me, And I provide him with a soft touch. Nothing much, But just enough To ease his mind. Enough to relax him To help him unwind. And he tells me of his sorrows. How he wishes there were no tomorrow. He doesn’t know his beauty Or his worth. So I provide him comforting words. Nothing much Just what should be heard To ease his mind. My eyes meet his and we finally kiss. Racing hearts, now exist. He doesn’t know if he should Go further. So I provide him reassurance Nothing much, But it gives him a chance To ease his mind. It helps him relax As our bodies entwine. Then within him all the anguish sleeps. While inside me, I can feel him deep. He was so in need of being wanted And set free. So I provided him this simple crutch It’s nothing much, But just enough To ease his mind. Enough to relax him And help him unwind. by  Juanita Harris Published in R.I.P. - Rejection, Inspiration & Peace

Look at them in pity. Look at them in shame. Wonder why their life’s a mess, Wonder who’s to blame. Wonder if it really works, Their method for masking pain. Hide it all momentarily. Fuck the clarity! They get lifted, Vision shifted, Feeling gifted, For a moment in time. With each hit it’s like rewind Spinning their minds Into another place. Smiles on their faces Leave no traces Of reality. They have a way of escaping But not me. Not me. Lonely heart, Hungry mind, Misplaced anger, Running out of time. Stopping To watch her buy a dime. Belly full with baby But that’s not on her mind As she gets lifted And takes a magical ride Trying to mask what’s inside. And when the crack pipe no longer blazes, She sits Wide eyes gazing. In a zone Reality gone Feeling thankful for the white stone. Vision shifted, She’s so lifted. She’s hiding from reality, But not me. Not me. Lonely Heart, Hungry mind, Misplaced anger, Running out of time. Stopping As I approach my home. Uncle off in his zone. TV gone...

This Sunday's poem is one that I wrote, because I needed to turn in something for school. I'm not really feeling this one, but maybe someone else will. I'm also not promoting bad eating habits, even though it sounds like I am.... Joy Pie Written by Juanita Harris (c) 2011 Serve me up some Joy Pie Filled with smiles and glee Crust as golden as the sun And sweet as sweet can be. It'll be yummy to my tiny tummy As I'm gulping away the jeers. Tasty pastries are the best way To wash away the tears. So give me Blueberry Custard, Lemon Meringue Southern Pecan or Chocolate Cream, And some Apple Turnovers Busting at the seams! They melt in my mouth Mmmmm, yum yum yum! I promised myself That I'd eat only one, But here I am licking another plate clean Of cheery Cherry Pie Letting go of the sadness And telling my troubles,"good-by!" Life's problems Are sometimes hard to swallow So I'll smother the drama with sugar And ho...

This is a poem about leaving an abusive relationship. It is published in my book "RIP-Rejection, Inspiration & Peace." released in May of this year. Let me know what you think. No More Tears I’ve dropped a million tears for you, But I shall drop no more. I lived my life in fear of you, But I shall fear no more. I put my pride Aside For you, But now I’m walking out the door. You see, I put my dreams aside for you. Did anything You wanted me to. I cooked your meals And ironed your clothes. I made love to you All nightlong. I was devoted to you And still You did me wrong. I supported you Through the hardest times. I’ve paid bail and lawyer’s fees. I brought you in whatever you needed Be it cigarettes Or weed. I sat through visitations Twice a week, But when you got out (of jail) I was your last priority. Everyday You would say That you love me. But you took away My dignity, With bruises And beatings And nights Of laying beside you, Crying While you’re sleeping. Yeah, I’...

This month is Domestic Abuse Awareness month. Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women between the ages of 15 and 44 in the United States. As a former victim of Domestic Abuse I feel strongly about getting the word out and letting women know that they are not alone in their battle. I will be posting poetry, information and stories about Domestic Abuse. I will also share bits and pieces of my own story. When I experienced this, it seemed that there were stages I went through in dealing with him and the abuse. I remember when the abuse first started and I didn't want to tell anyone because I was embarrassed. The first time he ever really left a mark on me was in the Spring of 2001. Our daughter was a few months old. He punched me in my eye and it turned black and blue and the side of my face was swollen. I didn't want to go to work with my face messed up because I was a Bank Teller and my customers were regulars. I didn't want to deal with anyone asking quest...

This gorgeous poster features a lovely poem from one sister to another. It's a great way to tell your sister how much you miss her and appreciate her. Makes a wonderful gift for birthdays, graduation and more! Artwork From 8x10 poster with no frame: $7.45 Frame choices Top Wood Oak, Black Wood, Aluminum (framed artwork starts at $42.45). Low cost option: Download the image, print it at home & get a frame from Wal-mart. Save money, yay!! Purchase Print Download: $3.75 Poem from RIP.

"RIP-Rejection, Inspiration & Peace," is my debut collection of poetry, it features a deeply moving collection of poems that speak to the soul. It touches on a variety of different subjects. Domestic abuse, parenting, self-love and relationships are just a few. I've received a great review and lots of praise about the poetry in this collection. Here is the info: Author: Juanita Harris Price: $15.99 Book size: 6" x 9", 83 pages Category/Subject: Poetry/Life Purchase: Get your paperback copy of RIP now by clicking here! Book Trailor: