I hate the bus. I’ve NO CHOICE but to take it. But one thing I like about it, everyone on here has a story and I can see it just through one face expression. Some good, bad, even sad. One day I’m going to ask someone about their story to see how lucky..I guess BLESS I am to have such a ..well live a “substantial” life. Maybe my eyes would open up much WIDER then what they are. GOOD MORNING CALI ♥
We all have those moments when we just can’t find the answer.
Or when we just can’t seem to get it right.
So we keep going until we win every fight.
Everyday, a soul has been broken.
Or a soul might just been taken.
What do we do?– Just about nothin’.
From across the nation we hear the cries.
We hear about the lies.
What do we do?
Add on to it, just to see who wears the BIGGER SHOE.
Justice and Freedom is what everybody wants.
We don’t stop to think about the little ones.
Just look at what we’ve done with their education.
That’s how we know we have a JACKED UP nation!
Excuse me, for acknowledging the truth.
That’s just what I ..DO!
Now, that you have a hint what’s going on in the world.
Now it your turn.
What can you do..
..to help our nation.
To turn it back to BRAND NEW!
-Valencia Monroe
My world has been spinning in circles.
Judging others with just one look.
Forgetting to leave that up to GOD.
Who Am I to say something so unreal that by looking at myself in the mirror and noticing that who I am isn’t real. . . AT ALL!
Who Am I to think I know it all when I don’t know a damn thing.
I have been bless with the power to speak.
I always tend to use it for bad and not for good.
So today I seen a girl crying and with just my soft spoken words she now walks with a smile on her face.
Who Am I to dare someone else into doing something I don’t like.
That’s not me.
NOPE.
Who . . AM. . I?
WHO AM I?
Dear Mother,
You took me in when I was just a new born. You tried to keep me in church. And that was the most best thing you could’ve ever did. Now I know where to turn when my life is flipped upside down or when I need to give thanks, and that is most def* GOD himself. You even bought me beautiful things I never even thought of asking for. Kept me in a private school for my childhood life and then a charter school through junior high. Boy do I thank you because I love school. — but. .Our record player keeps playing soft and slow melody. But then it stopped and sped up. That’s when high school hit. I started to see this dramatic change. Our relationship started to drift apart. Then I realized I was going through that . . “Teenage Stage”. So I decide to slow down the record. Lately we’ve been agruing over little things. My outfits, Dishes, my additude. But we mainly agrue about College. I feel that you don’t want me to leave. You want me here stuck in Los Angeles, California like all these other low-Lifes, no class having people! Sigh. (Sorry to those who fit that description but that’s just how I see it.) I was thinking to myself one night, maybe your afraid of letting me go. You want me to stay a little girl forever. Why can’t you just let that little girl go and except the fact that I transformed from a child to a young lady? How does that saying goes? A bird has to leave the nest to learn to how fly. (Correct me if I’m wrong, please)
Well, mom. I’m that bird and I’m asking you to let me spread my wings and learn how to fly. I bet I’ll be a darn good one too. 
aha. I’ll be taking off soon. I’ll always love you. I’ll still be your little girl. Like when I’m sick, a husband can’t take care of his wife like a mother can. Or when I need that girly bond, I can’t talk to my friends the way I talk to you. Just know that you were a great mother and I seriously hope to be one just like you!.
Muah,
Valencia.
You know me. I know you. Might not have been long, but we know what we both want to do. Date. Play. Maybe each other soulmate. Like on love jones you are the blues in my left thigh. You’re trying to become the funk in my right. Tell you what that’s alright me. I may not love you, because love is a strong word. But you know what I deserve. A guy who can give me his all, and make sure I never fall. You know me. I know you. Might not have been long, but we know what we both want to do. Date. Play. Maybe each other soulmates.
- Valencia Monroe.
It makes me sad to see how she gives up her crown and forgets that she is a queen.
That she likes to be loud and seen.
She turns in her real hair for that fake hair.
It hurts me that she doesn’t care.
She has been told that she is not a diamond, but glass.
How she is proud and glad to show her breast and ass.
It hurts me that she smile in pride to be called a “bitch” or “ho”.
Oh how it maltreats my soul.
She submit her body as a mans toy.
While he whisper in her ear she’s his “Pride and Joy”.
I cry because of the sight that I have seen.
It makes me sad to see how she gives up her crown and forgets that she is a queen.
-Valencia Monroe.
Okay there are 3 stories that are funny to me and somewhat lame. Lol but here it goes:
Photo# 1: My brother Jajuan decides he wants to play me in Madden 2010 and talk a lot of SMACK saying he was going to whoop me. But me being a very competitive person, started talking smack back! Little did he know he had it. Comin’ by the 2nd quarter of the game mouths were shut, eyes glued to the flat screen, and pretty sure trying to figure out the best plays to play. The forth quarter hit, he was upset that I was winning he was losing. When the game was over I shouted in joy. Lol. He started saying how he let me win and this and that (you know how boys get when they get beat by a girl 
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Photo #2: After last night game of Madden10 and defeating my little brother, he wanted to get another round in. So I played along with him; now I was determine I was going to win. But at the same time I really didn’t care because I smoked him the first time. Touchdowns after touchdown I was ahead he was behind. He caught up in the 3rd quarter. Even though he injuried almost all my players, I still manage to keep the game in tack. By the forth quarter he won by 3pts!!! Lol. Only 3. I’m still the bomb!
Oh and today was my day to wash the dishes. I was really procrastinating to get them done. I have my reasons! I been working very hard. I been making lesson plans, ordering dance wear, and making sure all my dancers are in tack for this school year. Which all of that has to at least finished by next week on august 23! Uggh. But yeah.
Anyways, I really wanted some good ole cereal but only thing that was clean was cups, forks, and spoons. So I went with a cup and spoon which really did the trick lol.
But goodnight, its 2 something in the morning and I have to be at work in like the next 5hrs! Uggh. I needs my moneeeeey. Lol.
I’ve been through the death stage. I’ve went through hell and back. I felt lonely. I’ve been in the dark, but yet still had the Lords light. I’ve seen and heard cries. I felt my angels pick me up and put in reality. {Thanks guys, but please don’t do that again. Okay?} I witness thousands of crimes. But I’m still taking this journey step-by-step.
You can say, my journey looks like crap right? I wanna say that too. But its not that it looks like crap, the point is it is “crap!” I’m thankful it’s that way.
Now, what I can say is that, God is doing this for a reason and having a good time too. But I’m not. I’m gonna say he’s giving me a test to see where would I go; would I turn to him or turn to the other side of my journey. And, sadly to say I been going to the other side! 
I don’t like that side. I lost track of my journey. This is what happening right now, yes right now:
I see the lords hand at the end of all my troubles, he’s there with comfort, peace, lots of love, and nothing but smiles. I look down that road and I like what I see. So I take off running, like pastor Scott says “moving forward.” As I’m running I made a mistake, I looked back. Now I’m a track star, they have always told me to never look back while on the track field, it’ll slow you down. As I looked back I seen satan, all of my troubles, and his crew. I started to slow down. They caught up to me and grabbed me by the leg and I fell to the ground. Now I have bruises all over me, I’m trapped by the devils vines, that arose from the the ground. I been down there what seem like days, but its only been a second.
Not looking back, to see what’s going on. I looked up and seen the lords open hands still. Something whispered in my ear and it said “I know that I have not yet reached that goal, but there is one thing I always do. Forgetting the past and straining toward what is ahead, I keep trying to reach the goal and get the prize for which God called me through Christ to the life above.”- Philippians 3:13-14. After I heard that, I don’t know what had happen, I gathered the strength and broke threw satans trap and put everything behind, and ran down the road but which really felt like I flew to Gods loving hands.
I’m thankful to be with the Lord our savior in Christ. I’m thankful to go down that rough journey. I’m thankful to be a witness of christ and it’s all time healing. I’m very thankful. With all that said, this is my journey and I’m taking it step-by-step, even when the bad times come I won’t solve it myself, I’ll leave with God. All I have to do is step out of his way and let him do his thuggtizzle. Lol. Just kidding. I’ll let him do his thing. love you guuyys!
When I say stuck on the edge I don’t mean writers blocks, I mean that I’m not fully on the computer screen, my mind is else where. Like on the edge of this freaking buidling I’m looking at outside this window of mines. :\. Yeaah. But my articles are due in like 5hours and I haven’t even started my second one. They were originally due last week on Friday, but something major happened in my family, I really couldn’t focus. Who wants to think about an article at a time like that!? I know I don’t.
Anyways now I’m here, looking at screen while its looking right back me saying “are you gonna type me up or what!?” And to tell you the truth article, I don’t want to! Gosh.
Wish me some kind of luck!
Today has been sorta OKAY. I my article got lost in the computer soaring through siber space right, my co-workers are trying to change my schedule {their not even my boss}, and my article is due by 12:45pm TODAY! grrr.
I thought having a job would be easy, but guess what! IT’S NOT! I get along a lot of people but this one person, just bothers my skin. I try not to let him/her {I don’t know what her sex is} to get to me but to see their face everyday is a pain the arse. :\ Plus she’s my journalist partner, boooo! THUMBS all the way DOWN! So now I’m trying to relax hopefully 2:30 will get here fast, I mean it. tick tock, tick toock!!
