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    Becoming: The Life & Musings of a Girl Poet
    Becoming: The Life & Musings of a Girl Poet
    Becoming: The Life & Musings of a Girl Poet
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    Becoming: The Life & Musings of a Girl Poet

    By Nadia Janice Brown

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    Becoming is a rousing composition of poems about utilizing your God-given talents and gifts in such a way that leads to a life of fulfillment.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNadia Janice Brown
    Release dateJun 8, 2011
    ISBN9781458116932
    Becoming: The Life & Musings of a Girl Poet
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    Nadia Janice Brown

    Nadia Janice Brown’s poetry and articles have appeared in national and international magazines, and literary journals. She is the author of the award-winning book, Unscrambled Eggs and the founder of Author & Book Promotions-- a book promotion service and resource directory for authors. http://www.author-promotion.com

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      Book preview

      Becoming - Nadia Janice Brown

      Introductions

      "When I was a small girl, I had a simple wish—to inspire strangers with my words. I never thought I would become a writer. In fact, I’m the opposite of what I think a writer and author should be! I’m fairly quiet. Shy. Private. Reserved; and I questioned if this was truly my calling. It wasn’t something I approached lightly. If I were going to call myself a poet writer, the title had to be earned. I had standards for my writings, and for what I wanted to achieve.

      It’s easy to go through life without knowing your purpose and to fall into a trap of pursuing what sounds impressive. Instead of doing what you were born to do, you try to live someone else’s dream. But, you will not go far chasing dreams that were never yours!"

      ~Nadia Janice Brown

      Acknowledgments

      I would like to thank the Lord for His tireless mercies and for blessing me with the gift of writing. I would also like to thank my parents and family for their never ending support and love!

      Contents

      Introductions

      Acknowledgments

      Matchless

      Questions from Guinevere

      As Evening Sets

      England

      Hindu Girl

      Unsung Heroes

      What Pleases Me

      Tomorrow

      The Rugrats: A Niece and Two Nephews

      So, this is Love?

      Nameless

      Lilies

      Interruptions do not live

      India

      I Was There

      How to Forget

      Happiness

      Hair

      Good News

      Faith

      Chance

      Proverbs 27

      What Comes of Fear

      Overcoming the Author's Blues: Confessions of a Poetry Writer

      I Do

      His Story

      Mistake

      Great Expectations

      Noble Man

      BE

      Genesis

      Anything is Possible

      Like Jane

      Hope Rises

      Live Your DREAM

      Something's Gotta Give

      What is My Purpose

      Matchless

      If only Phoenix stayed quiet.

      If only you’d follow the North Star. Things

      would be simple- days no longer would ruin

      themselves reliving their worries. Nor would

      hours string-along

      bruised memories harbored through the years.

      However, fortunate for you

      His love doesn’t cost; it doesn’t wear with time.

      It is unrivaled, beyond compare, without equal.

      Matchless

      Questions from Guinevere

      Somehow, did I thwart your wits,

      disengage your speeches,

      cause

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