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Maya Angelou always makes me smile, always brings tears to my eyes. Maya Angelou understands, and so do I!

We all have bouts of depression and despair in our lives.  We  have low self esteem and times when we just feel like it will take a miracle to go any further.  When I was in high school was when I had my first serious bout of depression and despair.  As I started to venture away from my abuser’s, and got a glimpse into “normal”, (before then, I just didn’t know any different), I became depressed.  My high school English teacher, who was a life saver for me gave the  book with the poem “Self Esteem” by Virginia Satir.  She gave me that book 20 years ago or so, and I still turn to it on occassion for reassurance.  Below is a copy of it…wonderfully true for us all!


In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me
Everything that comes out of me is authentically me
Because I alone chose it – I own everything about me
My body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions,
Whether they be to others or to myself – I own my fanatasies,
My dreams, my hopes, my fears – I own all my triumphs and
Successes, all my failures and mistakes Because I own all of
Me, I can become intimately acquainted with me – by so doing
I can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts – I know
There are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other
Aspects that I do not know – but as long as I am
Friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously
And hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles
And for ways to find out more about me – However I
Look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever
I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically
Me – If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought
And felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is
Unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that
Which I discarded – I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do
I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be
Productive to make sense and order out of the world of
People and things outside of me – I own me, and
therefore I can engineer me – I am me and



© Virginia Satir, 1975.

Found in Virginia Satir, Self Esteem, Celestial Arts: California, 1975.


A Nightmare

Posted: November 23, 2006 in All, Blogroll, CELEBRITY, Family, Life, poetry

Thanksgiving and the holiday’s in general can be a lovely thing or a nightmare, depending on your place in life.  But after 1 turkey carcass and all  the sides, and 2 bottles of champagne, I come here with nothing, and I’m left with this, thanks to a very talented artist.  Art is subjective.  One person’s treasure can be another person’s trash.  To me, this following piece is a treasure. It describes my feelings then and my feelings now.  The weird part is, the differences have changed. The wonderful thing about poetry and music, and art is that they are open to the indivdual’s interpretation.  For example, to the artist it can mean a broken family, to the admirer it can mean  a broken soul (and even that statement can be open to interpretation.  Your broken family or broken soul may not be the same as the artists or as mine).  Art is what you make of it.  The reason  for me sharing the following is not for you to get to know me better.  I know you could give a shit, but to remind you of all the gifts art has to offer, whether it is your trash or treasure.

turkey day

Posted by ro on November 23rd at 5:56pm in Uncategorized

i saw the queen 2 day
thanksgiving –
my holiday ritual
from way back when

dinner was across the street
borrowed humans
aunt judy – who i saw more often
than any of my own

a family i had
just not the one i wanted
with 2 parents
tablecloths and tupperware

1 where love
ruled all
justice prevailed
hugs were had

dont b afraid
these r only feelings
i miss the dream
what could b

to see what u have
not what is missing
a certain shift
as i wake from hibernation

what makes news and y
when u r the story
step back
from the movie

real life awaits
all brave enough
2 day and always
i am thankful

peace 2 u and urs

The real, A Good Woman Feeling Bad

Posted: November 18, 2006 in poetry

The blues may be the life you’ve led

Or midnight hours in

An empty bed. But persecuting

Blues I’ve known

Could stalk

Like tigers, break like bone.


Pend like rope in

A gallows tree,

Make me curse

My pedigree,


Bitterness thick on

A rankling tongue,

A psalm to love  that’s

Left unsung.


Rivers heading north

But ending South,

Funeral music

In a going-home mouth.


All riddles are blues,

And all blues are sad,

And I’m only mentioning

Some blues I’ve had. 




The Plot Unfolds

Posted: November 12, 2006 in All, Blogroll, MY POEMS, poetry

My last cup of coffee, and the mood thickens.Last cigarette,and I think of you.

I wait for the phone to ring,

but the silence screams.

My heart races,

the room spins.

I feel so alone

without your touch.

As I pick up the phone,

the plot unfolds.


Maya Angelou is one of the women I most admire and a woman who has had a great influence on my life.  In fact, her words have helped to save my life.  I thought with the elections pretty much over, we could use some words of wisdom to help us through whatever lies ahead.

  In April, Maya Angelou was interviewed by Oprah on her 70+ birthday.

Oprah asked her what she thought of growing older

And, there on television, she said it was “exciting.” Regarding body
changes, she said there were many, occurring every day…like her breasts.

They seem to be in a race to see which will reach her waist, first.

The audience laughed so hard they cried. She is such a simple and honest
woman, with so much wisdom in her words!

Maya Angelou said this:

“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today,
life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.”

“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way
he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and
tangled Christmas tree lights.”

“I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents,
you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.”

“I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as “making a

“I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.”

“I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s
mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.”

“I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I
usually make the right decision.”

“I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.”

“I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone.

People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.”

“I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.”

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will
forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”