Author, Yoga Instructor, and Singer

'Is your magic strong enough to cross this water.' My baby's skull crushed, my body crushed for pleasure, my skills defamined, my money stolen... ' Is your magic strong enough to cross this water.' 'Statement' Courtesy Maya Angelou. Photo Courtesy 'Genius.com.'

Watch for song “My Dew” about sexual assault coming out next. The word 'dew' is metaphorically used as women's secretions prompted from improper medical examinations, where secretions are automatically formed in the female's body as a form of protection, taking back control. Lori Jean was set up by an EMT that she was rooming with to the doctor in her case him telling her of this after coming home from it, and just escaping being trafficked after being drugged in the home, the ambulance stood outside while she crawled to put the latch up on the opened back door after being threatened to abduction by the EMT. She was also somehow being prior drugged and had a man climb in bed with her.               Photo courtesy "Impact Ethics." Lyrics for "My Dew" My Dew That's my dew... I make it all alone not you I make it mine You think you come on strong You think you can take me down Well I'm not looking chorus ...That's my dew I m...

Got my optic fresh, saw my movie, I Feel Pretty-we all are,-so true, walked in my shoes-higher heels than usual. Good day today! Photo courtesy WowAmazing.

Where is Kyra? #movie I can certainly understand her desperacy. When I finally got my SSDI check when I had been boundless from injuries I was so relieved at that moment, though I knew the huge challenge of the situation at hand why I was in this situation had to be addressed. Prior to the situation I had faced all kinds of challenges with work and living accomodations due to bad relations and the control the men felt they had over me. I had tried to climb the ladder financially to be able to thrive many times and found myself boundless to their actions. Finally reaching the top of the ladder toward financial success I was taken down to injuries by them which led me to SSDI. Being felt homeless and out of control to the situation with no money and no real solution that is yours is desperacy inside of you at its worst. Seeing the paper of the check that came in the mail in the movie that Kyra initially received, though it wasn't Kyra's, rang with me. Interesting story line. ...

About 35 times I went to the police. I went before I was drugged in Nashua, N.H. I had made reports beforehand to the disruptions in my room I was renting to no avail. I was demeaned and made into a performance of some sort of the report/reports. Once drugged, I was told by detectives to go to bars and not leave the city as though I were a criminal, I know the second to demean me more. Not sure if these were friends of the culprit. Obviously I eventually left the city, but not before I was supposed to seemingly being coerced at that time in the office of the detectives into saying that a 'Mike' will take over, looking in my eyes for acceptance to this as though my word was the full lease to their actions. The next over twenty years was, not known to me at the earliest time, a 'Mike' that pushed me into sex through the eventual break down of my body being drugged. He stalked me and beat me when he could break into my apartment. I was a girl alone in New York City thri...

God Is Strength by Lori Jean Finnila I feel the weight of you pulling away. My chain, my responsibility to you, that I owe you, or have to be there. I know something bad will happen, but that is what I have to do. I'm drowning in your life. Your ways, your wishes. Your stories, or mine, that sometimes seem so clear and other times don't make sense. The kids that were treated so well, yours were not meant to be so worried about. The cloud of aura had to stand well with you, or else, I assume in my mind. The tall tree that I couldn't climb that I was blamed for left scars on my neck from the raw tree when I was asked to climb, or ordered rather. Made no sense for its size of its importance to such a small child. There weren't many limbs to hold me up. All I can see now is a mouth yelling and moving in somewhat of slow motion to the order. My ears can't believe as I look up so high to the oak. I was good at climbing. I was good at everything. The orders not to go...

You Maimed Me  at google drive and at google plus here . move on to show value to all expected to have sex on a job to be successful we're told we seemed to have been mistaken for more than co workers while I may have had too much of a glass at the christmas bash a remembrance to my behind is not needed to remind we need another place for this so I won't act too fast from your grasp reveal your story surprise them shock them tell them to f off defiant as a child no one told us grandma, grandpa cross your legs then keep them open You maimed me another time another place so I can act like a lady                                                         You Have the Wrong Girl                   ...