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Enough – An Abusive Solution

Nanette Buchanan — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 00:33:53 +0000

Enough

Yes, 911, Warren Street the house number is ten.
The cops, an ambulance, and the crisis unit. Send someone for his girlfriend.
Oh, I’m sorry, what’s that you say?
Okay, I’ll hold on, where would I go anyway?

They’ve got me on hold, I’ll talk to you while I wait,
Uh, yes that’s right he just walked in, I know it’s late.
You see, it was a routine that he’s had for a while.
I was sick of his lying through his teeth, grinning, and wanting me to smile.

Uh, yes, Warren Street, where you frequently send a car
The last time they just walked in the front door was ajar.
The cops came in, he told them he was playing it all a bad joke
They saw the marks he left around my throat

Huh? I don’t know her name she came to my door
What the hell did she think, what did she take me for
I put up with his shit as long as I could,
I was trying keep house and raise these kids, she just said she misunderstood

Operator, did you call for the car, shit as usual they’ll come to the hood last
I put up with his complaining and whooping my ass
That night I almost lost consciousness, I wasn’t breathing all I could do was gasp.

Yes, yes I’m not hysterical this is the quiet after the storm
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know this kinda call ain’t your norm
Uh, yes I heard you say they would be right here
Can I just explain why, I had a new fear.

He told me his new bitch was young
He said with her he found new fun
My daughter, see she just turned eighteen,
Damn, I don’t even know how to explain this scene

Now, she’s seen me get beat, knocked to the floor
But he always said she was who he adored.
My daughter entered the room screaming for him to stop
He smiled, grabbed her and ripped off her top

He yelled he was sorry as she tried to cover her budding breast
Oh, the cops are here I’ll tell them the rest.
Yes, officer he’s over there.
When the gun went off he fell in the chair.

I pulled the trigger. I don’t know if he’s dead.
The round went off, there’s the hold over his head.
Officer’s since this call is based on abuse,
If he’s not dead, can you promise not to let him loose.

The officer turned just shaking his head,
“No Ma’am, that’s for the court, he’s been hit but he’s not dead.”
The bastard didn’t file charges, the court gave me probation.
And to think that night should have been my motivation.

Yes, operator I know I was on hold,
I just was wondering how much violence will break this mold
No, uh no ma’am I didn’t touch him this time
You see, I decided he wasn’t worth me losing my mind

Yes, I do need the cops, the ambulance send the crisis unit too.
This bitch, see she showed up and didn’t know what to do.
She claimed he beat her in the face last night, she says she was raped
He entered the room while she was confessing to everything from their first date.

He raised his hand to swing at her there was a blast and he fell in that same old chair
You see this time the bullet caught him in mid air.
She came to kill my husband, her lover, the man with the abusive hand
Did you send the car or do you need the address again?

I don’t know her name, who cares the violence has ceased
From what she’s told me we’ll both live in peace.
Please hurry just send the police,
Damn girl the address is ten Warren Street.

Author, Nanette M. Buchanan

Why I wrote, “Family Secrets, Lies & Alibi’s

Nanette Buchanan — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 22:41:56 +0000

I was raised as an only child, but lived with a cousin who was an only child also. I shared my home with her, my mother and step father. I didn’t meet my real father until I was graduating from high school on my way to college. It was then I was told I had two brothers, one older, one younger. To this date (I’m now a grandmother) I have not met either of them. I have often wondered if our paths crossed. Did we attend some of the same events? Well you get the idea.

I married my husband and he has a sister and two brothers but his sister is handicapped and he often wondered what having a sister would be like if she hadn’t been paralyzed on one side and unable to speak. I had been working with a young woman who had recently lost her brother. At the funeral she was told by members of his father’s family that she need not contact them since she was not a “real” family member. They had different father’s. She began questioning me about my husband. She had been told that her father had the same name as my husbands. I had known this woman for ten years and she never questioned it but after her lost she wanted to connect with her father’s other children. It was my husband, his brothers, and his sister that were missing in her life as she was in their’s.

“Family Secrets, Lies & Alibi’s was sparked from the thought…. What if they had met after the death of their father and no one told them the truth. My husband knew nothing about her. Suppose their paths had crossed and they did meet on a level of dating, relationships, suppose they didn’t have a strong family tie. What would the out come be? Most of us immediately say incest. We tend to forget they have no idea they’re related (The Family Secret), no one told the truth when asked (Lies) and the father is dead. (and Alibi’s).

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Now Go Ahead and Blame The White Man

Nanette Buchanan — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 19:53:03 +0000

Now Go Ahead And Blame The White Man

I decided to venture through the city, explore what may be new
Working a nine to five each day, sightseeing ain’t what I normally do.

I let my mind drift through the struggles our communities face each day,
And my thoughts touched on what we often hear our people say.

We can’t get jobs the unemployment rate is at an all time high
Health insurance, taxes, the gas prices have passed the ceiling heading for the sky.

Programs are for the immigrants, damn we’ve been here longer then them
Let them get new businesses, buy property, give their kids scholarships,
it’s just a sin.

More kids on the corner selling and skipping school
Don’t nobody wanna hear that shit about living by the golden rules.

I stopped in mid thought and slowly looked around,
The saying “a product of your environment” now had a different sound.

Have you ever noticed the scenery in a city change?
We don’t even have to check the mailboxes, something ain’t the same

The lawns uncared for, trash and rubbish between each house,
Graffiti on the siding, what is that all about?

Doors wide open, cussing and drinking on the porch, what is that smell?
A stench of old cooking grease
Some of the places look as though they carry disease.

“A product of your environment”, the children romp and play
Did anyone even ask them what they learned today?

The white man don’t live here, it’s just us
I don’t think I’m better but I’m beyond disgust.

We blame others saying they don’t give,
Who do we blame when we destroy the homes where we live?

We don’t take care to make the environment safe,
Our streets are taken over by the thugs, dealers, and gangs
Even though we know their parents, where they were raised
We go back 400 years to blame the white man for making us slaves

Slaves to a community that we won’t take care of, not even our rented homes
Blame the landlord for the damage, the needed repairs, rent is cheaper if its slum

We don’t even know our neighbor…..cause we live in the hood.
The village concept wasn’t the white man’s, it was what made us feel good.

We felt good about our community, the placed where we lived
The families struggled together, and each had something to give

Words of advice and encouragement, a nod of recognition a friendly hello
“A product of your environment”, meant your home a place you wanted to own

When you get a moment walk through your “hood”,
cause you’re the product it made
Now go ahead blame the white man,
for creating that environment where only our people stay.

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A Calming Effect
Nanette Buchanan — Sun, 17 Aug 2008 02:30:58 +0000
Calming Effect

A calming effect through troublesome time.
A place for Peace of mind.
Nowhere to reach, nowhere to turn.
Search within myself inner strength must burn.
To fill the emptiness that no one sees.
A calming effect needed inside of me.
My mind burdened with stress, my heart misunderstandings,
a place is needed for mental and emotional handling.
An escape with a calming effect,
inside myself I must find.
A peaceful place for my mind.

Thoughts copyright 1998
Author, Nanette M. Buchanan
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Words from the Cell— Are We Free?
Nanette Buchanan — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 23:43:43 +0000
Words FromThe Cell
My current employment is behind the walls with those who the courts have found guilty of crimes and their retribution includes years of their lives. They watch the free world daily, through the media and the behavior of those they come in contact with throughout their years of incarceration. Communication with them becomes inevitable. There are those who once their sentence begins who are taking the time not only to re-evaluate themselves but the free world in which they hope some day to return. The following poem contains topics discussed freely by many of the men behind the wall……



Words From The Cell
I took the opportunity to read the paper this week

No, seriously I read it from sheet to sheet.

Figured I would see what was happening in my home town

Figured I’d take a media glance since I can’t go out,

ya’ know roam around.

I listen to the news from time to time,

hear some of the cellies talking about back in the hood crimes.

Didn’t need no names, faces of those that don’t communicate

That’s how it is when parole don’t even have your date.

I shocked myself ready everyday from front to back

I was even more surprised when I thought,

damn everybody must be on crack.

The system is in place to do it’s thing.

But the crimes of today, what the hell do they mean.

Never mind the murder, muggings and senseless killings,

smuggling, car theft and the usual drug dealings.

What’s up with the gang banging, initiations and turf wars?

What’s up with mothers and fathers offing each other, what is that for?

The kids that are being abused, used by adults,

they’ll never survive mentally, always remembering how it felt.

The politicians can’t shuffle the cards fast enough to give a raw deal,

boys they hired are pulling their plugs keeping it real.

Skeletons are falling out of closets, even those held most high.

What’s up with the teachers, priests and rabbi’s?

I’m reading this from a jail cell where I will probably live until I am old.

From this cell I can feel that the world has grown cold.

I cry at times when I think of the fate I chose in my youth, the decisions I made.

Losing my golden years in life is the price I paid.

But for you who are free, and choose what appears to be correct.

You live daily, trying to understand what man calls living perfect.

How perfect can it be with all your fears?

You check yourself and your neighbor daily, just as I do here.

Living not knowing whether the next confrontation may cost you your life.

Praying harder daily for your loved ones, husband and wife.

Wondering if your children took heed and listened to your word of wisdom.

You’re living daily on edge, full of stress and unwanted criticism.

Yeah, I live here, it’s obvious I have been deprived from day to day.

But you who are free what a price you pay!

If you educate your child you wil pay a kings fee

And that payment still don’t guarantee they won’t end up like me.

What about those seeking employment, the want, need, and desire for better jobs.

You get your pay only to find with the deductions you’ve been robbed.

Those who look, and talk like me,

those who are feared by the intellects, those who fulfill your society,

Have said lock us away and toss the key.

As I read the papers I wondered what is the new punishment to be.

Just a few words from my home this 6 x 9 concrete cell

You think you’re living better,

after reading today’s paper….I can’t tell.
I’ve often asked my self are we, the free society, prisoners of our own environments.
Nanette M. Buchanan

Author, Quiet Times copyright 2008

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Black In America
Nanette Buchanan — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 13:34:57 +0000
Black In America……..
 
Do we as Blacks really understand the essence of being black? Have we checked and rechecked our history? Have we stayed connected to both the positive and negative results of our ancestor’s struggles and plights? If we can we all and those hereafter wouldn’t give a second thought to obtaining an education, voting, seeking to implement new laws. Welfare and other programs wouldn’t be a claim to the only way to live generation after generation. We wouldn’t accept community, education and living conditions that didn’t strive to best the best for our families. We wouldn’t accept our children sassing adults from the age of two accepting “Family Services” book terms to raise our homes then take our children. We wouldn’t accept our children Telling us what they will or won’t do. We wouldn’t accept their criminal behavior to ruin our homes and schools. We wouldn’t accept the gang recruitment of our children. We would have a grasp on who we should be, are and want our generations to follow.
 
Do we as Blacks really understand the essence of being black? It brings responsibility. We will not receive the acres and the mule. The lie was told to add glamour to a trip to this country that has held us in bondage ever since the journey. Our ancestors were foreigners that were used to build a nation, a nation that we need to embrace but remember we were foreigners. Foreigners can go to any country and succeed following the rules of that country. We complain about others who come to America and achieve………they learn the rules and succeed. They seek what their families can get from this loving government and succeed. They get financing, businesses, education, housing, health care and succeed. It is understood the policies that are made behind the closed doors but we as Blacks need to speak on what is afforded to those who now have the opportunities that exceed ours. But first we must follow the rules. We can’t sell drugs, loot, fail to attend community and school board meetings and expect things to just change. Millions watched CNN and complained but out of those how many parents are involved in their communities? How many attend their children’s Parent Teacher Meetings? How many know where their children are or who they’re with daily? I thank CNN for opening conversations, posing questions, recognizing there is a need for solutions. We as Blacks in America need to find solutions.
 
Do we as Blacks really understand the essence of being black? It brings determination. Our ancestors were survivals. They took on challenges and endured what very few claim they could live with or without. Today’s black families are scattered for various reasons. Our connection may be a result of societies pressures but really, families are not put together or torn apart because the Man influenced its makeup. Yes the economy takes two working parents and yes employment means that the educated have an advantage; but our cores in family are weak. There’s no longer “Mama” to bring the family together we they run everywhere but to church on Sunday. “Daddy” is not there to help the young men learn manhood begins when they no longer sit on the potty. Neither are there at the recitals, basketball games, or graduations. Neither is cutting of the videos, explaining sex education, spending quality time and this is not the responsibility of America. It is ours.
 
Black in America………..The topic is Do We understand The essence of being Black?


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Do You Know Who’s Kissing You????
Nanette Buchanan — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 00:22:23 +0000
LETS JUST KISS AND SAY GOOD-BYE by T.D. Jakes When I thought of the lyrics of the song
 it made me wonder about a kiss. I had to meet you here today. There's just so many things to say.
Please don't stop me till I'm through, this is something I hate to do.
We've been meeting here so long.....etc....Please darling don't you cry,
Let's just kiss and say good-bye!
Powerful lyrics. 
 But why a kiss? A kiss is a term of endearment. A kiss is something that is the seal
 of approval. Guys always feel  that getting the first kiss from a young lady was the
 start of something. A kiss is usually how you greet your wife. A kiss is how you say
 good night to your children. A kiss is what you share when you want to let
 a person know that you love them! 

 So why did Judas betray Jesus with a kiss? This gives a whole new meaning for a kiss!
 Jesus had 12 friends that we know as disciples. He chose his disciples Himself.
 The bible says that he knew one of them was the devil. So for 3 years of
 Jesus' life he walked, talked, and had breakfast, lunch, and dinner with
 a man that he knew would betray Him. Some may wonder, why didn't Jesus
 expose Judas for what he was? Why did Jesus allow Judas to continue on
 with Him? The answer is simple. Jesus knew that prophecy had to be
 fulfilled. He knew he had an ultimate purpose in life. So in order to fulfill
 the promise,Jesus had to let someone he didn't necessarily care for as
 a person tag along to keep Himself focused on the purpose. 

 There are people in your life that are there only to bother you. These people are in
 your life to keep you on your knees. These people are in your life because they are a
 part of the problem and the solution. These same people will help catapult you to your
 destiny!  When Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss, he opened our eyes to the fact
 that a kiss is not always what we intend it to be. Be careful who you let
 put their lips on you and your life. Be careful of who speaks well of you.
 Be careful of who always has an answer. Be careful of the ones that seem to
 like you but it's just something about them that you just can't put your finger on. 

 Everyone in your life is not meant to stay in your life. Let's just kiss and say good
 bye. You can't carry everyone with you. There are some places that God wants you to go
 that only you can go.
 Learn to love,leave, and live your life as God intended!
 The next time you're betrayed by someone you THOUGHT was a friend, just remember
 'Let's Just Kiss and Say Good Bye! Jesus already knew the betrayal was on the way.
  So get over it, step on it, and  don't live your life wondering 'why'

  I was sent this message and decided to ask you......

                     DO YOU KNOW WHO'S KISSING YOU???

    BE BLESSED, BE ENCOURAGED

   NANETTE BUCHANAN
   AUTHOR, FAMILY SECRETS....LIES & ALIBI'S
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After Death-  What is Left Behind????
Nanette Buchanan — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 12:09:03 +0000

You received the phone call, your loved one has died.
Over the past two years your relationship has been frayed, separated by Secrets & Lies.
As executor of the will, you find there are more legal ties.
More family, people you don’t know, more Secrets & Lies
Money changes people they all seek what has been left by your loved one the decease
You’ve been put in an uncomfortable position, you need an emotional release.
Your girl is a “gold digger” this you already know,
With the estate making you wealthy your relationship is about to blow
There’s one you’ve been talking to, she’s been tugging at your heart
You spend the week spending steamy moments with her setting off emotional sparks
Neither of you know the connection you’ve found a new beginning, a new love
But from the grave your father’s Secrets & Lies reveal another shock, you need help from above.
You find yourself dealing with a wife and family you never knew he had
You look at those expecting part of his estate and now you’re questioning “Dad”
Can a life that held Secrets & Lies reach you from the grave?
Can your family be the same, can new relationships be saved?
Will the wife finally confront the mistress who has been in her marriage from the start?
Will the mistress find she is the only woman who held the deceased close to her heart?
Can the son understand why his father didn’t tell his Secrets are there more Lies does he have an Alibi?
Will he lose his new love or find the truth while keeping his own secrets those he must hide.
Will the Mince family be secured as they were before D.Q.’s death?
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The Voice of the Abused
Nanette Buchanan — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 22:29:30 +0000
Love Experiences
(The Voice of the Abused)
Been through love experiences and still remain confused
I don’t quite understand “Love Terms” I thought it involved two.
Two people with an understanding,
 patience and desires to walk down life’s road
Not always hand in hand
But willing to carry the others load.
 Two people who set forth to reach similar goals
And when there are differences assuming the supportive role
Two people with undying faith, belief and trust
Realizing to have a marriage these parts are a must.
 Been through loves experiences, been hurt in the past
Turned my back, walked away, never knowing
The hurt would resurface this fast.
Had that fantasy dream, that “Happily Ever After” lie
Went through that depressed state thinking I would die.
Pulled myself through it all with friends and prayers to God above
And just as foolish as before asked only to be loved. 
Went in and out of relationships not wanting to be on the rebound.
Also didn’t look or check for a new foundation starting on solid ground.
 Fell into a friendship, a one sided love affair,
Stayed close to ten long years knowing I really didn’t care.
No, I couldn’t love again, not release the feelings in me
No, I didn’t trust the relationship
Just took what I could with no love guarantees.
 Then you reentered my life, a puppy love from puberty
I knew God had answered my prayers at last
A love I thought was meant to be.
 It didn’t take love to revel itself, a relationship again 
With hurt and pain
You had past thoughts of battered love
And treated me as if things were the same.
 Never mind the levels we climbed together
The accomplishments we made
Now that I look over this, I’m not just depressed
I’m Afraid.
Afraid of you and the things you do and say
Afraid of the marks it leaves on my mind, body and heart
This is not love, now again I pray for a new start
 I am drifting into a zone of unknown silence
I realize I am becoming a victim of Domestic Violence.
 If you can’t love me as you said, you would in the beginning
Walk away leave me alone,
My children nor my life needs a devastating ending.
In the words of some wise man or maybe just a thoughtful quote,
He who truly loves never grabs his spouse or loved one
By the throat.
 These are my feelings and thoughts
As again I stand confused
I know what comes around goes around,
I wonder who I abused.
 I’ll close my eyes again tonight crying as I pray,
God grant me forgiveness, peace and solitude
And if you find extra love……..
 Please send it my way.
 
Thoughts & Reflections©2000
Author Nanette M. Buchanan