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Young Janice

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For more than one-third of my life, I didn't know who I was - even when I felt sure of myself. I had rebelled against my own expectations of who I am. I was a young helpless romantic, tenacious about what I wanted, but also a protector by nature. It was in the spring of 1977 when I decided to slow down and solidify my life by taking it more seriously. I wasn't living up to my potential. I was involved in crime and drugs, but was finally tired of living a lie. I was ready to close the first half of my book about my past - to start a new chapter in a new direction. With thanks to a neighborhood priest, Frank Quinlivan, contacted a battered women's shelter, the Siena House in Omaha, Nebraska, on my behalf. Sister Beth Daddio was the founder of the Siena House with the help of other nuns. My pass-time have been in writing poetry for the last twenty years. I write poetry about the things that matter to me. Although writing poetry is a passion, I realized that perhaps my book may help others to find the courage to change their direction, and still include my poetry. The more I wrote, the more I tried pulling back; especially having been self-destructive, and irresponsible. So, it was difficult to write this book. But if I could help others to understand how and why they found themselves gravitated into situations with adversity, they too can cleanse their thoughts; change their direction for a better life - helping them would be most gratifying for me.

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• Lettres et linguistique

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• Publié par: Book Venture Publishing LLC
• Date de parution: 09 août 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781640696914
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Copyright © 2018 by Janice Young.
 
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Printed in the United States of America.
 
Library of Congress Control Number
2017951668
ISBN-13:
Softcover
978-1-64069-688-4
Hardback
978-1-64069-689-1
Pdf
978-1-64069-690-7
ePub
978-1-64069-691-4
Kindle
978-1-64069-692-1
 
Rev. date: 06/08/2018

 
 
 
 
I anxiously but fearlessly broke out of these chains that held me physically and mentally in bondage. However, mental freedom from self-destruction did not come easy. It took a strong desire to change my direction: prayer, educating myself, tenacity, assertiveness, then exercising common knowledge; to call to mind, understanding the lessons behind the warning signs. My theories eventually had to change.
Contents
Preface  
A Mother’s Pain   
For the Love of Freedom!   
Introduction  
Author’s Foundation  
Masters of Deception   
Malicious Intentions   
Chapter 1: Vulnerability   
Life’s a Mystery!   
Chapter 2: Adolescence   
Our Children, Their Foundation, Their Future   
Chapter 3: Living on the Wild Side   
Take Me Back to Those Good Old Days   
Chapter 4: Prison Life   
Chapter 5: Still in Confusion   
It Takes Confidence   
Chapter 6: Taking on More   
Master Your Destiny   
Chapter 7: That Which Began Ended   
The Unconscious Mind   
Chapter 8: Finding My Way   
Chapter 9: Starting Over   
Pain: My Stairway to Growth   
The Conclusion   
Poetic Visions  
Passions   
It’s of My Treasures   
It’s of My Sensual Delights   
It’s of My Existence   
It’s of My Desires   
It’s of My Humanity   
It’s of My Virtues   
She’s a Lady   
I Cried   
To Forgive Is Divine   
Family and Love   
Gossip   
Your Love   
Avoiding Obstacles   
The Power of Will   
Ladies! This Is a Woman’s World   
The Stage of Life   
To Love Is Divine   
The Vulnerable One   
Humanitarian   
Distinction   
Loyalty   
Mystakes or Lessons   
Change   
My Daily Prayer  
Gratitude  
About the Author  






Many families living in Hollyhood are out on the streets day-in and day-out. They deal drugs, steal and sell stolen goods to make ends meet. Some thieves are burglarizing your home while you’re in the back yard having a barbeque with your family. Their children are surrounded with these drug dealers, some in and out of their own homes. There are areas where pimps and prostitutes work the streets, junkies and crack-heads; among several other types of businesses contributing to their reckless behaviors. It’s unfortunate, but they see and learn more than enough from their surroundings. Hustling is a must for children too young to work, whether they want to or not; there’s no off days; vacation or sick pay; and most people walk pass them when they beg for help.
The Streets of Hollyhood
I was always focused on what I wanted – than what I really needed – and deserved. Now as a woman, I have learned over the years that many of us, as young girls are not aware of our worth; at least not entirely. Some do have an idea, where parents have hammered the ethics into them. However, I found that many of them primarily turned out to be very sneaky and freaky – always ahead of the pack. When your parents want you to stay innocent, they will try to keep you from danger by not allowing you to learn too much too fast, for instance – life’s adversities and the demonic nature in people. While in many other areas, we took other things much more seriously; like the importance of cleanliness, studying, and respecting our elders..
Because we are taught, first impressions are what people judge you by, I thought perhaps that may have caused a dilemma in some instances. I have learned over the years, not to let the first impression of others define you; nor should I be defined by my past – even when there was a time I was ruthless and messy. My learned behavior during my teens did not come naturally.
It took for me to change my entire way of thinking. Even after changing towns, my entire surroundings, did not stop me from wanting to go around the streets. I had to go back to the drawing board of learning my skills, where I started taking classes to help me get on track, and in changing thoughts to what I wanted from my change.

Preface
B EING INNOCENT IS ONLY good to a certain extent. It will help you, but also hurt you. The truth about my life’s journey, and how the conflicted pieces of mystery came together—were finally understood in the most challenging way. I grew up unaware that an area of my town like Hollyhood existed. Some called it the block, others called it the stroll. But to my eyes, I saw glamour, but in a Hollyhood kind of way. It was like being in a big city—like New York City to be exact; with all types of people up and down the streets. The men, were very handsome; at least most of them, with their beautiful suits and hats to match.
I can understand why attentive parents, like my own, forbid their teenagers to visit with friends living outside of our own neighborhoods, but instead; to stay close to home where we can be found by shouting out our name and hearing us holler back; “here I come!” My parents, like most adults, already knew about the unconscionable people who are living selfishly and contemptible lives; and are only out to get what they can by any means necessary. With me being a naïve “new to the streets” type of girl, I could not see anything shifty or dangerous about any of them—yet!
The reality is that I discovered an accumulation of false beliefs while searching for knowledge, but conclusively discovered a world of delusions or an apparition in the captivating appearance to my fascination to street life; astounded at everything I saw. I was intrigued, like a child visiting a huge candy and toy store for the first time;
Only, I was not visiting a big city, I was in Hollyhood; known as the glamorous world of the inner city, but nevertheless, intriguing people. Hollyhood is for the fictitious believers living among the shrewd and biased thinkers who prey on the unexperienced and gain its fame by their unethical way of thinking. Anyone who accomplishes their goal in Hollyhood are admired and highly respected. Although there is nothing exclusively appealing or admirable about living a lie, when you are delusional about the people and their surroundings, the immature and gullible can and will easily be infatuated.
Here in Hollyhood are the underground world of crimes and fallacies. Everyone in the streets are not a criminal; however, some of them like being in that atmosphere, due to their own lack of morality or they are just ignorantly intrigued. I learned that street knowledge is where people speak a language along with an understanding and appreciation, because they were raised in the surrounding area, or believe it’s where they belong; and can relate to. I had to learn to store my moral upbringing into a locked area of my mind, that is, if I was going to fit in; and to change my perspective for discipline measures.
People could see I was new to this side of the tracks, they knew who’s who; and told me so. Although I wasn’t sure how I would fit in, I knew I liked being around them, and was willing to learn. I was only a little bud that wanted to bloom into that beautiful flower that I had hope to be. But there was only one person in particularly—who I found captivating. This was his environment. I actually had to learn street language by getting acquainted with an eclectic group of people, who were conditioned to this way of life; however, it was still challenging for me. It is the place where I became acquainted at the early age of fourteen. I had to learn to change my demeanor and my vocabulary. For all intents and purposes—I had learned more from my inaccuracies having so many encounters along the way.
In Hollyhood, you stand apart from reserved society, obviously; to which; street people love to express their scheming agenda that would reflect their celebrity status, and although they build false hopes, they are still taken seriously. The streets have its own (so-called) “code of ethics” and where you will play the game that you feel you’re best at, or should I say, a game of uncertainties, but nevertheless plausible in the hood and a status you