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Poetry
A Terrible Thing To Waste
Can You Stand To Be Great?
My Sisterhood
No Longer A Victim
Our Season Together
What Is This?
You Are Man
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A Terrible Thing To Waste
by Lavinia B Masters
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
This poem was inspired while the writing of my book Breathe Again...as I
realized the powerful tool that we all possess...our minds.
© 4/27/05
I am told that a mind is a terrible thing to waste….
I hear it is the home of great doctors, scientists and some inventors
An origination of dynamic lawyers, prolific speakers and inspiring mentors.
From the mind is the evolution of planes that take off in flight;
To the discovery of electricity that supplies mankind with light.
With our minds we absorb knowledge, obtain wisdom and create solutions..
A place where we can distinguish reality and separate it from delusions.
With our minds we have imaginations that takes us on great adventures to
live our fantasies
Where we dance on clouds, climb tall mountains and swim the most troubling
seas.
Our mind is a secret dwelling place where we store our most inner thoughts
A place of refuge and security with escapes to salvation and where all
adversity must halt.
A place where you can choose life or destroy it with out cause…
A place to shun evil or to destroy every law.
A powerful tool, a gift from God, a virtual weapon
A resource to do great things or a playground for Satan.
A mind allows you to read, gives you thought and let you wonder
A mind arrives at theories, forms opinions and creates points to ponder.
A mind can be opened and be filled with priceless treasures…
A mind can store memories and reflect times that brought pleasure.
Oh what a blessing to have such a tool in our possessions
A gift given at birth to use at our sole discretion.
A terrible thing to lose, to go un-nurtured…a terrible thing to waste;
We must educate and utilize our minds, make a difference and do it without
haste.
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Can You Stand To Be Great?
by Lavinia B Masters
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
Inspired by Maya Angelou telephone interview with Skip Murphy & Co.
4/25/05...copywritten poem
What measures greatness? Is it fortune or fame.
Do you measure it by volume or can you measure it in length;
Can it be measured by depth...what about width?
Are you great because of the car you drive and live in a mansion on a hill
With life full of luxury with moments of cheap thrills
Maybe you're great because of all the friends you've obtained
Or are you great because everyone knows your name?
Does greatness arise or is it driven from within
Does greatness happen suddenly or does it have an beginning and an end
Can greatness even be measured or can greatness be contained
Does greatness have a cause and or an effect or can it even be blamed
Does greatness make us stronger or does it make some weaker than the rest
Are we better when we are great or are we great because we have given our
best
Does greatness have a point of escalation or does it just take us on a spin
Can greatness be considered a blessing or be driven because of sin
Is greatness an inheritance or is it deserved
Is greatness portrayed or is it observed
Does overcoming our past failures makes us great or does sharing how we
overcame make us greater
Are we great because the world says so or are we great because we are
satisfied now and not a moment later.
What measures greatness...not fortune, fame nor volume or length, depth or
width
Definitely not the car you drive or the house you live in or any other
material gifts
Greatness is within all of us and it is up to us of we can stand to be
great!
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My Sisterhood
by Lavinia B Masters
Monday, October 30, 2006
Rated "PG" by the Author.
This poem was inspired by our monthly sexual assault cold case support group
meeting from this past Saturday. These are not only brave and beautiful
women but survivors of sexual assault as well.
You are brave because you made a decision that you were no longer rapes’
victim
You gathered the remains of your sanity and decided that today that life
must grant you your freedom.
I saw you smile with your sisterhood and knew that you would be ok
Then you shed a tear alone and I felt your pain from that day
But in spite of the cruelty of this world and the hardening of men hearts
You adorned yourself with dignity and decided you will breathe again because
life is too short
Even though the pain of rape cuts deep and the agony of its’ fear brings
drama
You have took the first step of healing by coming forward, you can celebrate
life after this trauma
I know you will never forget the devastation because you can not ignore what
happened to you that day
You were not only violated and abused but left alone in a world of disgrace
And even though something precious was taken by force you survived to share
your story
You are here now still strong and beautiful and I share with you in your
glory
You are my sister because we have a common tie, we are all here for the same
reason
Although we may be sorrowful for the bind that brought us together we still
rejoice even if it’s only for a season.
I admire you because you have been through a lot and you encourage me every
time that we gather
I watch you as you overcome your fears, I experience your healing through
laughter.
I love you my sister because you let me into your hearts and now your blood
flows through my veins
You are my strength and my inspiration and part of the reason that I can now
breathe again.
© Lavinia B. Masters 10/29/06
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No Longer A Victim
by Lavinia B Masters
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
A therapeutic poem on my healing after sexual assault.
Why do I feel so embarrassed? Why am I so confused?
I did not want to be invaded…I didn’t ask to be abused.
Why is my self esteem so shallow? Why is my confidence destroyed?
I was a victim of a violent crime…I had no interest in men or boys.
My youth was literally stolen and my joy ultimately turned sad,
My world was completely turned backwards and boy was I mad.
I was more than mad at the world and dared to trust a soul
How can a man rape and assault a child that was only 13 years old?
I shielded myself from loved ones…was barricaded deep within my shell
I despised men with a passion and wished they all would just go to Hell!
I sought revenge from every man that I encountered…resented everyone that I
knew
I was a ball of fire ignited by vengeance and with a hateful residue.
I burned because of a stinging anger…I burned because of a multitude of
fear.
I burned because of loneliness and my vision of life left unclear.
I was in a world of desperation...crying for someone to come and help.
But how can anyone reach me when my will to live has left?
There are those that looked at me strange and some say perhaps I brought it
upon myself
How can they be so cruel and make me feel as though I am the reason that
Jesus wept?
Can I help that I have my mothers eyes and smile with my fathers dimples?
Or that at that time; I was small and fragile and lived a life that was oh
so simple?
Am I the one to blame and place my own self in captivity?
No, I want and need to free, Lord grant me my liberty.
I want to walk under the clouds with a joyful song in my heart;
I want to smile and laugh with peace, But, Lord I need your help on that
part.
Grant me a new leash on life, Lord restore your joy within me...
Give me a heart that’s open and receptive, I need a heart that is forgiving.
Help me to realize that I am no longer a victim but a conqueror in your
eyes,
Grant me empowerment and the strength to remain focused on your prize.
Then allow me to share my experience with others, give me courage to share
my story.
And I will be careful to give you the praise, Lord I will lift you up so
that you may receive all the glory.
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Our Season Together
by Lavinia B Masters
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
A poem about a victim that came into my life but soon departed...but before
they left they were compelled to share that they had been a victim on sexual
abuse as a child.
“Our Season Together “
You came into my life one day
Sometime I questioned what was the reason
Then as you departed to journey on
I realized that it was only for a season.
We knew that we would connect from the very start
As we smiled and laughed; for we shared the same heart
You trusted me with your most precious things
And I trusted you with mine
You shared your secrets in confidence
I opened up in time
I loved you with an agape love
Like only Jesus could
An unconditional love that meant no matter what
Like every Christian should
Now the time has come where you must leave
I smiled as you walked away
But in my hear it pains with grief
Oh how I wish that you would stay
You said its best…especially for you
You have to go to be free
There are some things that you must work out
It has nothing to do with me
So I must accept what God allows
Although it burns within
I pray our season together was more than fruitful
And in your heart that you call me friend.
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What Is This?
by Lavinia B Masters
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
This is a poem written over 10 years ago. It was inspired by the teachings
of my pastor on realizing guilt and the spiritual convictions that we should
have as Christians.
What is this? That won’t let me rest in peace?
A feeling of guilt, dishonesty or betrayal?
I have done no one any harm…
I have caused no one strife;
I just want to move on, get about with my life.
I want to be free…remove these shackles from my feet,
I want to be free…to rest in sweet peace.
Forgetting about the troubles of the world, all my trials and my sorrows,
I want to move on and have hope for tomorrow.
But what is this? That just won’t let me rest in peace?
I am sorry my brother if I said a harsh word today,
I am sorry my sister, if you said “no” and I “yes” anyway.
Forgive me from on high, if I have forgotten whose I am,
For I am merely a speckle, a filthy rag, a mortal man.
So now I feel peace, I fell rest and I can sleep;
For I am forgiven from on high with a promise to keep.
Author: Lavinia B. Masters
© 1/20/96
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You Are Man
by Lavinia B Masters
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
A poem inspired by myself...realizing that God has given me great power in
being a woman of faith.
Copywritten poem 4/27/05
Say it clear…say it loud
I am woman, I am proud.
Say it near…say it far
I am woman… I shoot for stars.
Over here and over there
I am woman… and I do care.
In the jungle or in the city
I am woman… I need no pity.
Whether day or in the night,
I am woman… watch my plight.
Through strong winds and through the storm
I am woman… I still have charm.
Let it thunder and let it rain
I am woman… I show no pain.
Write a novel…compose a mystery
I am woman… I have the victory.
Whether black or whether white
I am woman… I help others with all my might.
In the church or in the schools,
I am woman… I keep it cool.
Be it food…or my last penny
I am woman…I help my enemy.
Liberated or confined
I am woman… I am defined.
Whether wealthy or even poor
I am woman…like an eagle I will soar.
Whether free or in captivity
I am woman…I still have dignity.
Whether up or when I down,
I am woman…I wear no frowns.
I may be big or can be small,
I am woman…I have it all.
Call me together or call me disgusted
I am woman…I am not insulted.
Full figured bust or tiny frame,
I am woman…I still got game.
Praise in my victories or point at my blames ,
I am woman…I am not ashamed.
Strong as an ox or humble as a child,
I am woman…I always wear a smile.
Say it clear…say it loud,
I am woman…I am proud.
I go through things that you would never understand
Because I am woman…and you are MAN!
© 4/27/2005
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You Are...
by Lavinia B Masters
Monday, September 11, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
(Inspired by Oprah Winfrey and her giving of new homes to Hurricane Katrina
victims 8/29/06)
© 9/11/2006
You Are…
You are what words can not express
You give your absolutely best
You love without prejudice and without condition
To touch others lives is your God given mission
Without respect of persons or color of skin
You bless all walks of life and they call you friend
Your heart is as an open door that is inviting to all who enter
And everyone that walks in discovers that you are more than a mentor
You are one with a purpose that flows like the river deep
A person of valiance and a promise to keep
And that is to touch and encourage all walks of life
To give hope and inspiration beyond ones misery and strife
You cease to amaze those that have followed your works
No doubt covered by God and shunned from where evil may lurk
Some call you an earth angel, a motivator and superstar
But I call you a woman of virtue and a gift from God because that is what
you are.
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