June 22, 2009 · 2:41 am

Already Won

Already Won
By: Mia L. Hazlett
6/21/09

Father will they laugh?
Not the last laugh.

Father will they lie?
The devil is a lie.

Father will they win?
Not in My eyes.

Father will they fall?
For all the world to see.

Father do they hear you?
Only if they listen to your words.

Father do they see you?
If all eyes are on you.

Father do they know you?
It’s inevitable that we meet.

Father do they seek you?
I have not heard their knees.

Father leave me standing.
There is no other way.

Father leave me strengthened.
My daughter, I hear your prayer.

Father leave me wiser.
Then take the lessons as they come.

Father leave me humbled.
None of this is for you.

Father I give all praise to thee.
Then your battle is already won.

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June 22, 2009 · 1:31 am

The Battle

The Battle
By: Mia L. Hazlett
6/21/09

In the face of the devil, You told me to prepare for battle.
I summoned my anger and called on my vengeance.
I stood before You and said I was ready.
You told me, not yet.

In the face of the devil, You told me to prepare for battle.
I summoned my friends and called on rumor and gossip.
I stood before You and said I was ready.
You told me, not yet.

In the face of the devil, You told me to prepare for battle.
I summoned my tears and called on my fear.
I stood before You and said I was ready.
You told me, not yet.

In the face of the devil, You told me to prepare for battle.
I summoned the Lord and called Your name.
I knelt before You and asked if I was ready.
You gave me Your shield and armour.

For in the face of the devil, You fought my battle.

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May 19, 2009 · 3:08 am

Father

Father
By: Mia L. Hazlett
6/9/09

Father lead me. I am ready to follow.

Father silence me. I am ready to listen.

Father steady me. I am prepared to stumble.

Father strengthen me. I am weak.

Father hear me. I am calling on You.

Father hold me. I am in need of comfort.

Father mend me. I am broken.

Father love me. For You are love.

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April 28, 2009 · 3:13 am

A Fairy Tale

A Fairy Tale
By: Mia L. Hazlett
4/27/09

And then there he stood. After eight years of wondering, thinking, hoping, praying…there he stood. I wanted to approach him and unload eight years of wondering, thinking, hoping, praying, but I stopped me. For before me stood my fairy tale, my happily ever after. Every hope, dream, and thought of love I’ve ever had, left the day we parted. There was never a good-bye. There was never a fight for our love…it just ended. Or did it, because there he stood, my happily ever after.

I remained where I was seated, because to approach a love so pure and perfect, would ruin the hopes, dreams and thoughts of love that I’ve shared with him in his absence. He didn’t know the pedestal he graced in my heart. He only knew that I had left him years before. He knew not that I had fought for him to stay in my mind. He knew not that my soul cried for his touch, his embrace, his taste. He knew not that he had ruined love for any that followed. For he was my fairy tale, my happily ever after.

As he stood at the counter, my lips parted to call his name, but only my mind gave voice. I told him he was the better part of me. I told him he was who made my heart whole. I told him because I knew he existed, I could always believe in love. I told him that if it took a lifetime for our paths to rekindle, than he was worthy of a lifetime of patience. I told him for once you are given a fairy tale, only happily ever after will do. Forever yours.

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March 17, 2009 · 3:10 am

To Love Again

To Love Again
Mia L. Hazlett
3/22/09

Step out on faith and I will guide your path. Put your trust in my hands and you shall never want. Follow me and you will forever have true love. But she had no faith. She did not trust. And she followed her path instead of His. He knew she would hurt. He knew there would be pain. He knew she was on the detour, but He let her go. Because He knew, when the time was right and her heart grew weary; He would guide her back to His path.

As her faith faded, a slight splinter formed. When the trust mocked her, the separation began. And as the love diminished, her heart finally gave way…and shattered. It shattered. For so long she was the gatekeeper to her soul, the controller of her destiny. And through her own fault she brought the demise of her own peace.

So when she returned to Him, it didn’t matter that she had left. He only cared that she had come home. It wasn’t about punishing her for the errors of her ways, but healing her through the love she thought was forever lost. He dusted off her faith and began to answer her prayers. He redeemed her trust in Him, for He was all she needed. Piece by piece He mended her heart. And it mended, for He was preparing for it to love again. His Spirit now guarded her soul and controlled her destiny. And it was through Him, peace was restored.

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March 4, 2009 · 2:48 pm

Taken (Part II)

Taken
By: Mia L. Hazlett
3/4/09

Does anyone ever live their days like they are their last? At some point you fall into routine. You don’t really think about what you are doing anymore…you just do. You rush around and forget about what is important, until who’s important is gone. And she is gone. My little Jessie wasn’t there when we got to school today. They had marked her absent and just assumed she didn’t come or gone to a different school. From that point on, I haven’t followed my normal routine. And I’ve been living every second trying to relive my last moments with her.

Jessie’s head wobbles on the seat as she lay unconscious. God I hope he didn’t overdose her. She drank the entire juice box with whatever Voz, The Medicine Man, had put in there. That isn’t my part in this whole play. I’m just the Body Snatcher. Kev was Stake Man and he will be The Negotiator once I get her to The Spot. I didn’t think I could do it, but I can’t get this fifty grand out of my head. Voz says when we’re done, we can all call ourselves Banker. I’m just two miles away from The Spot. Just go ahead and call me the Banker.

There’s not one person that walks this earth that can take care of my Jessie the way I can. I left the coorperate world to stay home and raise my baby. I had just taken up looking for a part-time morning job. I could drop Jessie off in the morning, pick her up in the afternoon and take her to the little ballet classes around the corner. Even though I changed my entire life for her, I just added her to a different routine.

What the hell do I do? What the hell are all these cop cars doing around The Spot? This is not part of the plan. Who tipped them off? Oh damn, not Kev. They can’t take Kev! I drive by The Spot and watch two policemen escort Kev to the car. His head is down and they have his hands behind his back in cuffs. Voz stands on the front porch and gives me some hope that they haven’t figured us out. They may have not figured us out, but they’ve unknowingly taken away The Negotiator. No Negotiator, no fifty grand.

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January 25, 2009 · 5:55 pm

Macy III

Macy: Part III
By: Mia L. Hazlett
1/25/09

I sit before the box of letters on my bed and browse through them. There is a small number in the upper left hand corner of the twenty envelopes. They are arranged chronologically, so I pull out the first one.

It wuz 1928. A day that wuz so ruthless with the heat, that just blinkin’ made you sweat. Macy baby, it wuz that day I dun learnd to hate the culur of my skin. And chil’ when I say hate, I mean if I could have gone home and washd away the black, it would have been gone.

We wuz in Porter, Mississippi. It wuz me, my two big brotherz, my big sister, and my three cousinz down at the lake. Now we shoulda known better, becuz that there lake borderd someplace you just don’t go. That’s just what Momma sed, “Don’t cha ask why. That there lake borderz someplace you just don’t go. Ain’t no need for no cullurd people to be down there.” To this day, I wish we had listend to Momma. Macy baby, to this day I wish we had listend to Momma. But when you hard headed like we was, well baby, you just don’t do what yur Momma tells you all the time.

See, it was hot. Real hot. And we was just gonna jump in that big ole lake and jump on out. Hadn’t even plannd on more than a minute’s fun. But when you dun have seven kids, ahundre’ degrees, and a big ole lake, well then chil’ you got yourself a watr party. That’s what we calld it, “a watr party.” Well we got to splashin’ and jumpin’ and just doin’ things that kids do, and before you knew it, twenty minutes or so had dun passd by. My big brothr Tobias jumpd on out and told the rest of us to follow his lead. And Macy we did. We dun followd Tobias’s lead and got on out of that there lake. We dried off and begun walkin towards the path that leed to the road and that’s when Momma’s voice came into my head, “That there lake borderz somewhere you just don’t go.”

Two sirs were comin’ down the path t’wards us. That’s what we calld all white men, “sirs”. Even in yur thoughts you calld them that, so you would never make a mistake in there presence. They weren’t gonna let us go by Macy, they weren’t gonna let us go by. We all steppd aside into the bushes and left the path free. They dun slowd there walk as they approachd Tobias and stoppd inches from his bare feet. “Look at this here nigger coon, Jesse.” That was his friend’s name, Jesse. “This here boy’s been swimmin’ in our here lake, Jesse. He done got all his nigger shit in it. Jesse, tell this here boy, what we do to niggers that swim in our lake.” Jesse dun steppd on Tobias’s toes with his torn sneekers and spit right in my big brother’s face. “We kill coons that swim in our here lake. DO YOU HEAR ME BOY?” He got up real close to Tobias’s face, and dun twistd on Tobias’s toes somethin’ awful, and whisperd, “We kill coon niggers that swim in our here lake.”

Tobias didn’t budge, not even a flinch. The spittle dun stayd on his face and he didn’t even move. “Jesse, I say we kill this here nigger and make these here little niggers watch. Should we do it fast or real real slowlike.” Now Jesse got off Tobias’s toes and steppd back. “I want to kill him real slowlike. Been a while since I had me a niggerkill.” That’s what he called it Macy, “a niggerkill”. “But it’s been a while since I had me a lil’ fun with a coongirl. I sure would like to have me some fun with a coongirl right now. But I want me a real dark nigger. There’s you and you.” He dun pointd the stick he been holdin’ at me and my sister Ruby. He kept goin’ back and forth and back and forth and he dun stoppd at me. “I’m gonna have me some fun with you lil’ girl.”

I’ll spare you the details Macy, but know thoze boys took us deep back in the woodz that day and I think it was hourz for my two oldest brotherz finally died. And Macy, those boyz did some awful things to me and my sister. I say to you Macy, those boyz did some awful things to me and my sister Ruby. I ain’t never been right since that day, just ain’t never been right. My Momma had done told us not to go to that lake. She said, “That there lake borderz someplace you just don’t go.” But Macy, we went.

(To be Continued)

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January 20, 2009 · 11:58 pm

Love Mommy

To the Loves of My Life:

Hello my precious angels. On such a momentous day in history, I feel inspired to write to you so as not to lose the significance of this day. I wish with all my heart, I could have shared this moment with you, but the importance was not lost by our seperation.

Jazzy, I say to you the day I brought you home was one of joy and fear wrapped into one. The first time at anything is always scary, but there were never such dire consequences to face should I fail with you. We barely slept a wink that night and when we finally caught that piece of heaven, we were interrupted by a day that will go down in history, September 11, 2001. Fear set in my heart. How could I bring a child into a world that flies planes into buildings just miles from where we sleep?

Kaylee, you were born into a war on foreign ground that is still fought to the very second that I write this letter to you. So it is with you my precious daughter, that I share your beginning. For your war is called The War in Iraq, and mine was called The Vietnam War. I pray to our Father above that you, like I, will live to see it end.

And today my loves, as I watched President Barack Obama, our first black president, sworn into office, and I watched him kiss his daughters; I thought, what a wonderful world I’ve brought you into. Although we live in a country that has forever had racism, and even though this day does not abolish the divide, it does bring us one step closer to equality. It allows me to hope and pray and dream for you like I never have before, because change and normalcy have been introduced to you at such a young age.

As this day draws to a close my darlings, know that just by being alive, you make me strive to do my best and you both have made me a better person. It is an honor to live my life as your mother. May you always carry God and your family in your hearts.

Love,

Mommy

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March 6, 2008 · 2:28 am

Sent Away: Part II

Sent Away: Part II
By: Mia L. Hazlett
3/5/08

“Don’t worry we are not sending you away. Look at it like boarding school or overnight camp.” That’s what my parents had the nerve to say to me, like I’m stupid or something. Ah hello, you send your kid away for boarding school and overnight camp. And they basically are sending me away to boarding school. My aunt and uncle’s house is the dorm and I get a stupid roommate. Not only are they going to say that to me, but then they are throwing me a GOING AWAY party. Hello, like duh! I’m thirteen. Don’t lie to me to soothe your insecurity and guilt of being horrible parents, I don’t play that. I just hate them so much.

I sit on my bed with Keisha so we can try and figure out how to get me out of this situation.

“Don’t you know when I asked my mother if you could stay with us, she had already talked to your mother about it? Ain’t that a mess? How did she know I was going to ask her?” Keisha joins my mother bashing session.

“My mother has probably told everyone in the world. She keeps trying to say it’s because they love and care about me. But like hello? If I’m not happy about it, than how can you love me? They are just trying to make excuses for getting me out of here.” I plop on my stomach and start to cry. This just isn’t fair.

“Girl don’t cry. We are gonna figure this out. They can’t break up the Four Blackateers. Uh-uh girl, I ain’t havin’ it.”

There’s a light knock on my door and Keisha and I turn to find my mother in the doorway.

“What’s going on ladies? Tanisha what’s wrong with you. Why are you crying baby?”

I sit up and wipe my tears with the back of my hand. She is the last person in the world I want seeing me cry. She sits down next to me and puts her arm around my shoulder.

“Baby I know this is hard for you to accept. I am sure that you hate me and your father right now, but I’m okay with that. You can hate me all you want when your alive baby. Because I rather have you hate me when you’re alive, than love me when you’re dead. These schools out here aren’t safe, never mind the streets. But I’m not going to lose you the way we just lost your cousin.”

I pop up because I have had enough from her and my cousin stuff, “When will you get it through your head that I’m not like Vaughn?” I’m not sure what just happened, but I know I just caught my mother’s backhand. I don’t know exactly when she stood up, but she is maybe an inch from my face right now.

“Child, I’ve been patient enough with you. I have allowed you to wallow around this house for the past three weeks with your pissy little attitude. But so help me God, if you ever come out your mouth again the way you just did, I will kick you into tomorrow and slap you back to yesterday. Do you understand me? You don’t get it yet Tanisha, because you are not a parent. You kids think you are invincible. And yes that means I’m talking to you too Keisha. I admit your cousin hung around a tough crowd, but the other kid that got shot, was walking to his history class minding his damn business. I’m not gonna try and be at work all day wondering if you are going to come home at night. That’s the end of this conversation. You’re going to live with your aunt and uncle.”

(to be continued)

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March 5, 2008 · 3:01 pm

My Boss

My Boss
By: Mia L. Hazlett
3/5/08

I can’t stand him. My boss, that is. Don’t like him at all. Hate would be an inappropriate word, because that would show my weakness of taking things way too personally. So I’ll stick with, don’t like him. Depending on how I want my day to go at work I may choose my four-inch heels, or I’ll be nice with my flats. I’ll have a good day in my flats, but there will be hell to pay if I choose to tower of his 5’1″ chubby balding ass. It’s not my fault I’m five seven barefoot. But what gives him the right to take his Napoleon complex out on me just because he’s my boss?

Well after yesterday, I’m taking every opportunity to click my four-inchers to his office. In laments terms, he doesn’t know a damn thing about computers. But every time he calls I.T. “my stupid secretary messed this TV thing up.” Jackass! Oh yeah, yesterday. He somehow managed to 1) erase all the e-mails in his inbox, 2) respond to everyone instead of just the sender and vented about one of the people in the e-mail, 3) forgot to attend his weekly meeting with his supervisor…weekly like he has been doing this every damn Tuesday at the same time since I started working here two years ago. So of course everything was my fault and not only my fault, but I am also the miracle worker who has to clean up his mess. I don’t know how to solve stupidity. I called Dave in I.T. to reverse stupidity. I responded to the sender of the e-mail and simply confirmed the meeting place. Not much I could do about the stupid e-mail he sent out. Then I was kiss-ass enough to set up another meeting with his boss. So I guess you could say; I rescheduled stupidity. But I really don’t think I was successful at solving stupidity.

So now that Dave has saved the day once again, my task is to print out all the e-mails while he is at his meeting, all two hundred and forty-one of them. Did I mention I don’t like my boss? Because if I didn’t, let me just say, I don’t like my boss. I just hope I can finish before he returns, but I have a feeling this is going to take a little longer than his half hour meeting. The beautiful desk-jet printer is going to take its old sweet time. We have the money to upgrade to laser-jet, but he so maturely put it “printer, schminter.” I’m sorry, I thought I was dealing with an adult, but I’m stuck with schminter boy.

The end of the day sneaks up on me and I still have about twenty e-mails to print. I’m trying to avoid showing my face at I.T. again for another ink cartridge, but I don’t think I can avoid the little trip. Although I get revenge by being able to look down on my boss in my towering shoe jewelry, they are definitely not walking-friendly. I can’t wait to get home and soak my poor feet. Dave laughs at me and hands me my ink cartridges. I don’t find anything amusing, but since he is one of my daily contacts, I give my friendly office smile and giggle.

An hour and a half after the “end” of my day, the last e-mail is finally printed. The stack of e-mails is arranged chronologically on his desk so he will have it first thing in the morning. He was nice enough to leave early and miss his rescheduled meeting. I don’t care one way or the other, it’s his boss…job. I make it all the way to my car before I realize that I am missing my blackberry and laptop. I left them in his office when I locked up. Dammit!!! Wait a second, why is his car still here? He left close to four hours ago.

I make my way back to his office and notice a faint light from behind the blinds in his office. I could have sworn I shut them off, but the last thing I need is for him to beat me in tomorrow and have to deal with a “light situation” meeting. I open the door and want to die. Now I have wanted to die in before, but now I really want to die. Like no pulse, nothing… the big ole dirt nap for me. I open my eyes and realize I am not dead. Instead I am staring at chubby bald schminter boy screwing the accounting clerk on his desk. And yes, I think they might be on my laptop.

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