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"You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise."-Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou is such a beautiful soul.

This quote has shown to be my motto for today. I try very hard not to let other people (even when it is so called “family”) bring me down, but sometimes it hits you with the force of a Mack truck. I have to write b/c that is the only way to get these emotions out. I don’t bury anymore. My writing allows me to express emotions without blowing a gasket. I know my weaknesses well!

I felt it necessary to compose this particular blog post towards the persons or people who want to question the “validity” of certain components to my book. I will GLADLY mail you (even pay the postage!) the police reports & interviews. I feel literally punched in the gut when I hear this! You missed the entire point of my book! You have NO idea what your talking about, and when I have had no communication with you for almost 12 years…put your energy towards a worthy cause. Oh say, domestic violence awareness….you know that thing that took my mothers life? Funny, that and child abuse were my reasons behind the book. Go figure.

You did nothing when they were alive. You did nothing in the years since. These records are PUBLIC knowledge. Anyone off the street can get them. This is why I printed the interviews in the book verbatim. You concern yourself with ONE measly piece of trivial information, and why? When my mother & I were getting beat years ago that wasn't enough to move you into action? NOW you have something to say?

You have NO right to judge me. You have NO say in my life anymore. I don’t care if it is blood we share b/c that is ALL we share. I will NOT let your words & malicious actions hurt me anymore. You may try to kill me with your hatefulness, but guess what? I WILL RISE. And you know what else? I WILL NOT BE SILENT!

I will also pray for forgiveness, b/c no matter how much I want to hang on to the bitterness this invokes in me…I can’t. I pray you will someday understand, and if not, that is your lot in life not mine.

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  1. UnknownJune 24, 2010 at 12:51 PM

    awesome...I hope you sent those words directly to the people to whom you are referring! It is "funny" how they have nothing to say when the act is being committed but become full of opinions later...they are just jealous and bitter themselves.
    Arise sweet April, now is your time, you are a child of the one true living God!
    That happens to make you a Princess...Princess April! Love, dawni

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  2. AnonymousJune 24, 2010 at 3:43 PM

    April, continue to remain strong. You are the one who was there and you are the one who knows. Don't allow anyone, no matter who it is, to take away from you the progress you have made. The ones who remain silent are the week ones (I know because I did for way too long). You are a voice of courage and inspiration to many and God knows there are many who need it. When I finish my human service degree I hope to work and advocate for victims of domestic violence. You are a strong woman and it is awesome that you are using your strength to help others. I can't wait to read your book!

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