The Façade by Tiffany Anjeanette
Poetry will be presented throughout October and today I’m excited about presenting Tiffany Anjeanette.
Tiffany is employed at Bay County School District as a Teacher of Students with Visual Impairments. She participates in the Disability Awareness and Vocational Rehabilitation Training at Pink Cane. When I met Tiffany she participated in the Blind Olympics. I really can’t say enough about Tiffany. She an amazing woman and friend. She is the mother of two love daughters and the last I heard she had a couple of beautiful dogs that she trained. Oh, did I mention she is a wonderful actor and play write. As you can tell by the picture she believes in living the life God gave her.
Thank you, Tiffany, for your love and support.
Tiffany is the first girl on the left
Like thunder, I heard Mommy falling,
Down the stairs with fingers clawing
Helpless, my sis and I are calling
To silenced ears from evil’s mauling
Evil’s name was “Daddy-O
Since my dad’s death, he’s mom’s new beau
Before the world, an upstanding dude
Behind closed doors, the devil’s tool
“An alright guy,” to the world outside
Yet, I’d let other words describe.
This wicked coward, sinister, snake
Who tormented the life of this child of eight
No provoking word, or graduated stage
Would send him into his mad rage
From calm to roller coaster ride
From Dr. Jeckel, to Mr. Hyde
Then he’d become this EVIL creature
More dark than any horror feature
He’d with all force, leap on you
And expose the pits of Hell to you
And you can’t run, No, you can’t hide
Your mom and sis are still inside!
And if you ran, where would you go?
For he was shrunk up your world so,
Screen who we speak to, who we see
Limit our calls to family,
This way, no one outside suspects
That with a child, he’s having sex.
I look to my mommy to make us all safe
“Pack us up! Move us on! Get us outta this place!”
He’s killing our spirit, is that reason enough?
Do you care about image, more than about us?
Instead she said, “Now, child you tell no one this.
This problem is our family’s business.”
So we’d hug and we’d smile, so when people would see
They’d say “Oh, what a wonderful family!”
So, we all became actors in this little play
Called “Be Sure To Look The Brady Bunch Way.”
And by our 9th season, we were pretty good
For, no one suspected, in our neighborhood.
Don’t worry Mommy. Hey, I won’t make waves
I love you. I’ll act as if all is okay
I’ll cause no suspicion. I’ll bring you no shame
My teachers won’t even detect I’m in pain.
When I grow up, my dear mother I vow
NEVER again, will I live the way I do now!
I deserve to feel safe. It’s my God-given right
No kid should hide sleep in the closet at night!
My body is MINE, to do with as I please
And never the property of some low life sleaze!
And when I have kids, sure there’s dangers they’ll face
But, I’ll make sure my home’s one place they feel safe.
“Cause I’ll do my job, and my kids will know
That I will protect them from any ol’foe
EVEN IF HIS NAME IS DADDY-O!
Continued by Tiffany
I’m 40, now and although it’s been tough
I’ve been blessed in amounts overflowing my cup.
I’m blessed to learn that even mustard seed faith,
Can move mountains and help me succeed in the race
I’ve learned to let anger’s hold on me release
And claim all the blessings of God given peace
Thank you; Lord, also for giving me hope
And not giving me more than you know I can cope
And through the storm, Lord, making me feel so safe
By promising to never leave or forsake
For showing me how true forgiveness should be
So I can forgive those trespassing ‘against me
Thank you, Lord for teaching me to look through
My present situations, and seek only you
For loving me enough to send down your Son
And showing how Agape; true love is done
I thank you, for giving me such Joy inside
That wells and swells so much it can’t hide
I thank you, Lord, from the depths of my soul
To seek you, and serve you, is my foremost goal
I’ve learned faith, perseverance, forgiveness, and praise!
And I will worship you all of my days!
You’re: My Captain
My Help, and
Your name I will magnify and lawd
For my hope is built, Lord, in only you
I thank you, I thank you, for Bless me through
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