Inspiring Words: Finding Yourself

Inspiring Words: Finding Yourself

by Julianna M. Dawson


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Think about it for a minute. Are you living the way you want to live? Or is it some broken shell of an existence far from what you hoped for? Many are living a life far below what they dreamed of and see no way out.

Author Julianna M. Dawson asked herself those questions and wasn’t pleased with the answers. The result is the poems shared in Inspiring Words: Finding Yourself. These poems shed light on her efforts to rediscover her true self and her true needs, wants, desires, and beliefs. This book, the second part of the Inspiring Words series, is Dawson’s way of sharing her life experiences—most important, what she learned from those experiences.

In Inspiring Words: Finding Yourself you’ll find the poem “You,” which Dawson wrote to inspire self-confidence. In fact, all the poems will help you find confidence, strength, and inspiration to live the life you desire.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781504360609
Publisher: Balboa Press
Publication date: 03/03/2017
Pages: 118
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.44(d)

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Why I Do What I Do

I do what I do because

I know what it feels like to be lonely,

To be without a loved one,

To be childless, barren like a desert,

To suffer from infertility.

I know what it feels like to be poor and hungry,

To not know where the next meal is going to come from,

To slide down the wall, holding my head and wondering how I will buy milk for the children


I know what it feels like to be a black female

In a corporate world

Dominated by white males.

To be paid less,

To do more,

To take on the most challenging jobs,

To learn to accept failure on a regular basis,

And to have victories so small they pale in comparison to those of my peers.

I know what it feels like to dream of a home of my own

And to invest my life savings to build it,

Have it for what feels like just a moment,

And lose it.

I know what it feels like to be bankrupt


Exhausted physically and emotionally,

And to rise out of that pit stronger.

I know what it feels like to want to do better,

To be better,

To desire to move myself,

My family, and my friends out of poverty.

I know what it feels like to search the world for answers,

To struggle painstakingly to find ways,

Solutions to life's everyday and unusual problems.

I know what it feels like to fail

And to succeed.

To try when it seems impossible,

To persist.

I know what it feels like to be beaten

Physically and mentally.

I know what it feels like to be held at knifepoint by a rapist,

To be pushed down to the ground and have my clothes ripped off,

To see a grown man naked and engorged in the full light of day for the first time, and

To experience fear that made my body tremble and my soul shudder.

I know what it feels like to decide!

I know what it feels like to decide and never, ever, ever give up!

I know what it feels like to desire something so bad —

Not just for myself,

But for others like me,

And even others who are not like me.

My soul,

The ancient and eternal part of me

That has lived in the billions of you who have come before or are still here with me,

Feels everything deeply.

I know that it makes me an extremist, but we all have our flaws.

I choose my flaws,

And that, my friends, is why I do what I do — for myself and for you.

So when you decide

To join me

On this journey of


To discover and share your



Or simply neglected gifts and talents

And build on them to

Dig yourself

And someone else

Out of





Whatever kind of suffering you are currently experiencing,

Whether it is

Emotional or physical —

When you decide to join me,

Not knowing exactly where this journey will lead

But trusting that, as you take each step with me,

We are doing what we are meant to be doing,

You know why I do what I do.

Now finish this sentence:

I do what I do because

I know what it feels like to ...


How I Do What I Do


As to how I do what I do —

I find ways where there are none.

I work hard;

I pray,

I read,



and practice.

I ask others who have done it before,

and I figure it out as I work toward my goals — our goals.

So when you read one of my poems,

you know why I do what I do.

I do what I do to inspire you,

even though I know what it feels like to be you.


Secret Me

Secret me,

Here I lie.

Nobody knows

How I play

The game of life.

I can't describe,

Secret me.


I Want to Live

I want to live life to the fullest,

Breathe, inhale your breath,

Tilt my head back and feel,

Make love until I bleed,

Shower you with kisses.

Yes, that's all I need.

I want to live life to the fullest,

Experience all the wonder,

Succumb to temptation,

And feel the splendor —

The love and glory of each and every venture.

I want to live life to the fullest

With you, my love.

I want to live life to the fullest

through you, my love.

I want to live life to the fullest,

Bring life to the fullest with your love in me,

My love.


Is God Your Imaginary Friend?

I propose a different kind of belief:

A belief based on knowing

And not knowing,

A belief based on honesty with self

And others.

A belief based on admitting the unknown, the known, the flaws,

Accepting what our thinking, logical minds tell us is true

And believing anyway

If we truly do —

Or else continuing to search

And explore

Until we do find

True belief.


Ruled by the Fear of God, Saved by Love and Passion

"Obey your parents."

"Do unto others as they do unto you."

"Love thy neighbor."

The great teachings of church and childhood.

"Love thy father and thy mother."

What if they don't love you?

"Don't question God."

Remain in ignorance.

"No," I say. Explore.

Seek and find the truth.

Feel the pain and emotion of it all.

Feel the hurt, the sweet hurt,

The betrayal, the blind leading the blind.

Uncover it.

Remove the sheet.

Dig deep,

And live what you find in truth.

You can't fool God, because God is in you.

God knows if you're pretending to love Him.

So don't try to fool God.

Don't take the easy road because everyone else does.

Dig deep, find the truth, and live it, and you'll find God

Within you.


So What if God Is Just Your Imagination?

So what if God is just your imagination?

Haven't you ever imagined something

And wished it were true?

Haven't you ever cried out loud

And begged for Him to be real,

To speak to you,

To let you know His presence,

His realness,

His power —

To show you beyond a reasonable doubt

That He, or She, is real?

What happened next?

Were you convinced,

Or were you left wondering still?

Did you then embark on a journey

Of further discovery of His realness?

Or are you still waiting to be convinced?

Be honest.



If you didn't imagine Him, and He is as real as you imagined Him —

Think about it.

Who are you fooling anyway?


Your Eyes

The God I believe in

Is all-seeing

and all-knowing,

And He's using your eyes.


Third Eye

Third eye,


Wider and wider.

I see,


The unseen,




If you saw what I see in you,

You would stand tall and proud.

You would demand your greatest desires

With a command no one could refuse.

If you saw what I see in you,

You would have the world at your beck and call — including me.

You would live your dreams and dream your life as you mold and shape it with your strong body, your alert mind, and your winning personality,

If you saw what I see in you.

No man could take from you that which you were not willing to give freely,

If you saw what I see in you.

You would let your love shine for the world to see without worry of reproach.



I Am

I am not one-dimensional.

I am full

Of ideas,



To take action —

To do

What is necessary to succeed.

Don't tell me

that I can't be

many things.

I was born this way

for a reason,

for a purpose.

I am

who I am,

And I will embrace

My diversity

Of spirit,

Of character,

Of power,

Of oneness with all.

I am


I am one.

I am all:



Sometimes none.

I just am.


When My Babies Cry

When my babies cry,

It's as if

They left something inside me

Where the umbilical cord was attached.

And those cells

Become so powerful

That they overthrow all my senses.

They stir me

And make my stomach churn

Until I can taste it in my mouth,

Spurring me to action,

Coming to their immediate aid

But relentlessly preparing —

Preparing to be there,

Close by,

So that when they cry,

I'm there to soothe

In the way that only I can.

When my babies cry,

I become brave.

I gain supernatural strength.

I become capable of doing things

I never before

Knew I possessed the power to do.

I grow when my babies cry,

Like a tree being fed with superfood:



My leaves green and full of luster!

When my babies cry, I cry

And water the tree that is me

With my own tears,

Stretching and growing more and more,

Reaching to heights that I had

Never before dreamed or even desired

To reach.

When my babies cry, I want more

So I can give more —

Not just to them, but to the world,

To make it a better place for them as they grow.





Yet not broken.

My flaws

Are part of my perfection.


The Forgetting

I keep forgetting

That it's an illusion that we are separate.

I keep letting

The things you do,

I do

Trouble me.

I keep allowing

Little things

To get in the way

Of life and love.

I keep forgetting

That it's an illusion

That we are separate.

I keep forgetting

That when you

Shout or scream,

That you are me,

Prompting me to move,

Wake up, or listen.

I keep forgetting

That your job is harder than mine

When you are mean

And downright evil.

I keep forgetting

That you are me,

Prodding, pushing, teaching —

The only way I learn.

I keep forgetting

That you are me.

I keep forgetting

That you are me.



I look into your eyes,

Into those deep,

Dark pools of

Gray, blue, black, brown.

And I see you

Staring back at me,

Me staring at




What is it that people see

When they look at me?

Just a pretty face?

Why just?

Isn't a pretty face enough?

What else

Do they see?

Sometimes I look in the mirror

In an effort to try to see it myself —

This thing that people see

And describe as a glow.

Is my forehead shining?

I dab and wipe.

Still there, this glow,

This light,

This energy that surrounds me,

This pull of positivity

That people see

And feel.

What is it?

Just me?

Why just?

Isn't me enough?

Me — they see me.


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Table of Contents

Preface, xiii,
Introduction, xvii,
Why I Do What I Do, 1,
How I Do What I Do, 7,
Secret Me, 9,
I Want to Live, 10,
Is God Your Imaginary Friend?, 12,
Ruled by the Fear of God, Saved by Love and Passion, 13,
So What if God Is Just Your Imagination?, 15,
Your Eyes, 17,
Third Eye, 18,
You, 19,
I Am, 20,
When My Babies Cry, 22,
Scarred, 25,
The Forgetting, 26,
Myself, 29,
Me, 30,
Glory!, 32,
I Got to Wondering What God Thinks, 34,
I Sit outside Myself and Wonder at the Wonders of Life, 36,
In the Meantime, 37,
I Want to Be Me, 40,
New Year's Resolutions, 41,
Unequal Opportunity, 43,
One Good Moment, 45,
Soul Poet, 48,
Invisible, 50,
Beat Me, 52,
A Cry for Reading, 55,
I Dream, 56,
Believe It, 57,
I Am a Woman, 59,
Born Black, 61,
Life Burst Forth, 63,
A Kiss Is Not Just a Kiss, 66,
Mother Power, 68,
Unmapped, 69,
Lost, 71,
Words, 72,
What If Jesus, 73,
Jesus, 80,
God, 82,
One, 87,
Book Club Discussion Questions and Ideas, 89,
Other Parts of the Inspiring Words Series, 91,
Acknowledgments, 95,
About the Author, 97,

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