Godmother Quote's of Gangsta-Ology 101:: The Poetic Confessions of a Goddess

© 2011 by Heather Maria Ramirez. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 05/21/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4490-2758-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4490-2759-9 (dj)

ISBN: 978-1-4490-2760-5 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011908660

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Contents

MAYBE! MAYBE NOT!

A Writer Was Born

HELLO!

(BING BANG BOOM! This is a Godmother Quote.)

BLING: HERES A GODMOTHER QUOTE

BLING: A VERY FLY

Welcome to class ladies!

Bell rings . . .

APPRECIATION

Self Practice Test

Chapter Two

Steps

A Flower Seed

This Semester Is Over . . .

Naked

Dreams of Love and My Explanation

Dreams of Love Poetry

A One Night Stand

Scary Trains

Red Wine, Cigarettes, Expensive Mints, and Exposed secrets . . .

VISION OF LOVE

I STAND HERE AND VISION LOVE

MR. RIGHT

B-A-B-Y—D-A-D-D-Y-S

The Necklace

HATERS

PLASTIC Girl

POETRY

An Indian Memoir

I AM A WRITER

IF EVER I FALL . . .

CUPID GOES TO WAR

Pink Bubbles

White Petals

Trophy Scars

A Story Called Life

City Girl

Isabella

I Am

An Artist

Hallway of Doors

Give A Little . . .

A Couple of Extra Special Classics

Daddy Just Let Me Fall . . .

The Key of Love

What’s Up?

The Store Bought Doll . . .

All Roads Lead Back to Rome

In Closing . . .

Dedicated to all my INKLOIDS . . .

THE NEW QUEEN OF THE WRITERS’ WORLD IS TAKING OVER!

I crashed through Hater County, just like the ending in revelations . . .

The rest is easy . . .

Time to laugh, enjoy the best in life, and eat lemon crunch ice-cream . . .

MMMM . . . My favorite . . .

MAYBE! MAYBE NOT!

Am I loco for writing some of the things I write about . . . Hmm, well that’s debatable . . . I figure the world is loco and life is like walking a tight rope, while trying to balance yourself, between what is sane and what is insane, while hoping not to stumble and fall on the wrong side of the rope . . . Staying balanced can be difficult! The way I see it is, if at the end of the day a person is still holding the positive end of the stick and not the shit end of the stick, then they are not loco at all . . . In my opinion, with all the hardships and struggles life can bring, if at the end of the day you are still balanced enough to move forward in a positive direction . . . THEN YOU ARE A SANE SURVIVOR IN LIFE AND

MUCH RESPECT IS GIVEN TO YOU MY FRIEND . . . GUESS WE

ARE NOT SO DIFFERENT AFTER ALL! I know, I know, you judged a book by the damn cover . . . I told you a million times not to do that shit! Enjoy the read . . . Xoxoxox Muahz! Love always,

Heather Maria Ramirez . . .

A Writer Was Born

"I am an artist walking through the hallways of life. I am anxiously waiting for all the right doors to open. As for now, I am waiting and hoping to walk through the right doors that I pray do open, and I will be thankful God opened them when he does. I will continue to write independently. I will keep my head held high, and my confidence levels will continue to sky rocket, among the clouds of heavens ledge, and throughout the whole universe. I am a fierce writer and I have the ability to entice people who has never picked up a book in their lives, to start reading every book I drop. I will be an addiction for readers across the world, because I am a writer of everything, and when I drop a book nobody will know what to expect next, other than the FLYEST WRITER has written another classic . . .

When my time here on earth is done and gone, heavens ledge is a place, I will sit, still write, and recite my writings from, for anyone listening . . . When God molded and created me, he created a writer and to write is a part of my purpose, my being, and the mark I will leave on this world . . .

I am allowing my faith in God to lead the way. I hope my readers enjoy my collections and my creations of writings, as much as, I have enjoyed splashing the ink onto the pages. We are all individuals who learn from one another . . . In one way or another we all bring impact to the lives of each other, whether its realized or not . . . I can only hope what I bring to the table are positive impacts . . .

Human experience is one hell of an experience in itself. I have my faults and I have made mistakes too . . . We all have . . . The point of this book is to find a way to help keep peeps from making the same mistakes I have made, and prevent peeps from making the same mistakes I have witnessed other people make . . . I know, I am not some super hero that can save the world, but if we unite as one, and stop the un-necessary negativity . . . What a damn super hero we could be as one . . . THAT WE COULD BE TOGETHER . . . POWERFUL . . .

Regardless, of how I express myself as a writer, I hope I bring up-lift and positive change to every Ghetto Princess that was dealt a shitty hand in life . . . To every Gang-Banger that wears a thuggish mask, but underneath all the negative there is really a good soul, yet the pain life can bring has brought out the animal . . . I hope to bring up-lift to every peep who has ever given up on themselves . . . Nobody is a mistake in my eyes, if so none of us would be here . . . We are all here for a reason and life is what you make of it . . . Choices we are all given . . . I am who I am, it is what it is, so take it or leave it . . . I will go out of this world the same way I came in it. Yes, as a writer, I am an artist, and I am a unique kind of writer. So, say what you want to say about me, label me, and judge me. Do as you wish, because I am so past negative judgments. I mean really, just give me a freaking break. In the ending of it all nothing will have changed, because I am still going to drop book after book! I am and will always be a strong woman and a writer of many things, regardless, of who understands it or not . . . That’s what’s wrong with the world, it’s so closed minded . . . LET YOUR MIND BREATHE . . .

I fear only God and only God can judge me. Meaning, his judgments are the only ones that count and the only ones I have to worry about. I am not going to stop, until I am standing on top of the type of success I am seeking out. It is what it is. I am a different kind of writer. Yes, I am a different kind of girl. I never said you would understand me. I have a different kind of soul, shelled in a body with hands of a writer . . . So, free your imagination, get lost in my world, relax a little, and don’t judge a book by its cover."

I seen a bumper sticker on the back of a car when I was stuck on the bridge in traffic, and it read . . .

"Quiet women rarely make history . . ."

"Hmm, I thought . . . Very interesting. Now, I know what I have to do!"

I am going to sing to the top of my lungs with my writers voice, and hope it will echo off the corners of the universe, and back again . . . Can you hear me already? SHH, then listen harder . . . Hear my writer’s voice roar . . .

HELLO!

My dearest readers, listen and hear me sing loudly! Hear my writer’s voice roar with my musical notes of poetry. I am singing through my written words of Poetic Terminology. These are the teachings of Godmother Quotes, in hopes that many lessons will be learned by many peeps all over the world reading this book!

I am spreading the words of Gangsta-ology 101! It’s a different kind of gangsta! I am a different kind of girl! I am a different kind of writer with a unique alphabetical flow. Dear readers, I invite you to embrace the written phrases of my world, and I will embrace your world like no other author has ever done before. Meaning, it’s a classy kind of gangsta and I mean hard hitta classy. A classic book of writings to make you think and re-think situations! It will grab a hold of each and every one of your emotions. I wrote it. Yeah, I am she. I am guilty of it! Yeah, I will admit it. I am defiantly the guilty party. I am an ink outlaw and I have an army of Inkloids helping this GODDESS mark up the world with her pen . . . Oh, yeah . . . I did tell you to free your imagination . . . RIGHT?

I am guilty of splashing ink all over paper. Sheet after sheet! I am speaking from the heart. I am speaking about what I have witnessed. This is my book and I am your writer. I have written it as I have seen it. I have written based on how I have experienced things. I will write of other peoples experiences and I will also write of their stories. This is a factual book, based on factual events, and situations. However, there are a few adorable writings of poetry that’s just for entertainment. I am a writer and this is what I do. I am that fly girl. Yeah, the flyest writer of them all. I am an artist and different from the others. I confess with written words, pen, and paper! I am her, so hello haters! I’m back! Boo! I am her! It’s me! The one who wrote, Godmother Quotes of Gangsta-ology 101, and these are the poetic confessions of a GODDESS . . .

I wrote from the heart! I will speak about my own experiences and of other people’s experiences. I wrote stories, poetry, and gave definitions! I wrote Gangsta and didn’t sugar coat a damn thing. I gave it to you raw, to make your minds think, and re-think!

Judge me, label me, hate me, or love me, because I am and will always be a writer! I am a writer splashing ink from my pen, while writing fly Poetic Terminology from within.

Get up on ya gangsta, because you only have one life to live!

This book is for all the lost peeps needing a little direction in life. I hope these Godmother Quotes will bring some insight and encouragement of how to take the right steps in life. Stop walking backwards, because back steppers can’t reach for the stars.

Look! Look! See a star explode so bright, page after page, and book after book. I wear a crown in the writer’s world. I am a fly chica selling a million books and I will sell a million more. One title, two titles, and there’s going to be more. Every book I drop will be a classic eye opener.

Just wait and see how hard you’re going to laugh when I drop a book called, Hater-ology 101! It’s for all the jealous haters, when hating on fly ass chicas like me. That shit is going to have people laughing all over the country, because I crack jokes on haters’ mentalities, and expose their envious jealousy. Hater-ology was a book written for the fly and the innocent peeps, who get hated on like me for no damn good reason! Haters can’t hang with my fly mouth game! I am that fly chica on top of her game! I am! I am! I am unstoppable!

I am not writing for just the fame or the glow they have put with my name, because I was created for this. I’m built for it. I might as well have been born with a pen in my hand! Ink and paper! Yeah, I was born for this! I give Gangsta-ology a new definition, because I thugged it out when no one else believed in me. I ignored the negativity and kept writing pages of poetry. I wonder what they think now, seeing the pages in print, and reading the things I have said, written, and published. I have God on my team, so I am untouchable!

I am solider with a dream, so I went in for battle, and I have conquered unbelievable struggles. I never gave a damn about the haters or their negative bibble babble. Haters are just a bunch of loose lip untruthful drama talkers and they are mad as hell, because I am successful. They want me to shadow their world like the GODDESS who rules their realm. Unfortunately, right now . . . I’m busy! I’m living my life traveling the world and writing all over the globe. I just don’t have time for drama. I have a life to live. Time is to precious. I must say, thank you, to my haters once again for making me famous. Famously, fabulously, famous. Uh huh! Lmfao! Haters love my sense of humor. Aha! Muahz! I love my fans. The fans who love me and gave me a chance, are the ones that mean so much to me. My fan mail keeps me so inspired. Love to all of you, but for now let me school you in on the book you have just opened!

I hope I change lives, touch hearts, and get people talking. I hope Godmother Quotes will teach valuable lessons to the old, and the young, and the people from all walks of life needing uplifting, about what I have written. I hope its uplifting enough to save the ones on the paths of destruction. I don’t care what negative people say, because I am so past their judgments. I am a part of this world too. So, make room for my pen and paper! I am going to drop book after book, and I don’t care what is said about me.

I want to be remembered as the writer taking it to another level! I want my writer’s voice to be heard like a continuous echo . . . I want to be heard locally, internationally, and all over the over looked places in world. I want to be heard in every place that seems unreachable, including islands and villages’. I want to be everyone’s writer . . . The writer they look for in libraries and bookstores. What the hell! I want to be heard everywhere, even in the overlooked corners of the whole damn galaxy! Above and beyond the stars! Is there life out there! Hmm! I wonder if they are writers? LOL! Who knows! There might be life on other planets reading Poetic Terminology. Nah, I am just kidding, it’s just I have a humorous personality, that’s why the kids books I have written are so hilarious!

I have written about . . . Polk-A-Dot Penny roller skating on Mars and around Saturn’s rings! Old Man Booger Bumps Wears Funny Hats! Old Lady Spidercakes and her Pumpkin Soup! The cutest books of all in my children’s collection are called. We Are Bugs Who Dance In The Mud. These bugs live on Farmer Palmers land and get into more hilarious trouble than most bugs do! The Kitty Cat Monsters Who Live On Cotton Hill Road and Helga Hippo Gets Lost In New York. Keep on the lookout for those, because they will be out soon!

However, on a more serious note, let’s get back to the book you are reading now! I hope this particular book brings uplifts of positivity, to every chica in the universe, and then some . . . Where there are mistakes, there are and will be consequences. So, be careful who you trust. Be careful who you fall in love with. Be careful who you think may be your friends. Trust me, I have trophy scars and I have experienced lashes to the heart. I have had so called friends that ended up being fake, fake, fakers in my click. I have trusted and later regretted it. I loved the wrong man. Yes, I have made mistakes in my past, but I learned from them and I didn’t repeat them!

If you are still reading this book, then it’s official. I am your writer now, so let’s begin shall we. Can you hear the piano keys already? Allow my writer’s voice to sing these musical notes of my Poetic Terminology! La, la, la, la! Okay, now I am going to hit a high note . . . Are you ready my dear readers? Okay, let’s go! The door is open and on my invite, I welcome you. So, don’t be afraid to step into my world, because it’s a place of many unforgettable things.

The first topic I will address is abuse. I have heard of peoples stories. Some are so horrific I can’t even write about them. I have witnessed abuse with my own eyes and couldn’t believe what I had witnessed. However, in this book I will express how I feel about abuse. Some things concerning this topic I will write about and others I won’t, because I promised not to exploit anyone, and I keep my promises. I will write about some things for educational purposes. I will also very bluntly voice my opinion about abuse.

This book is for the abused peeps, who have endured any type of abuse. This book is for the peeps that have been left with emotional, mental, and physical scars from abuse. God bless you all and my heart of hearts goes out to you. I feel your pain and I can only imagine your struggles, but the one good thing if any it has left you with is this. Now, you are stronger, wiser, and more knowledgeable of how horrific some people and some situations can be. You’re a survivor. Now, you are more cautious, and more aware, and that’s a good thing.

Just remember the abuse you did endure was not your fault. You did nothing wrong to deserve it. So, never blame yourself, because no one deserves to be abused. Not people or animals! Definitely, not children! Not anyone! Nobody! Period! I have no respect for abusive people and I believe a special place in hell is waiting for them . . . I have no pity for their judgments or consequences. Abusive people deserve their punishments in mans court and God’s court. Judgment day will be a real event and it is coming, whether you believe it or not.

I was once downtown shopping and in passing I seen a couple of love birds having a squabble. At first it seemed like an innocent ordinary disagreement, between any ordinary couple. Until, things got heated and this guy backhanded his girlfriend across the face! Not to mention, he hit her in broad daylight and in front of large crowds of people, who were passing through the busy streets of downtown. When I witnessed this scene my heart fell through my stomach, because it was as if I could almost feel the mark of anger he had left across her face myself, including the embarrassment, which came with it. I could only imagine the embarrassment she must have felt being in this so public and humiliating situation to begin with. Yes, I could tell it was embarrassing for her, due to the facial expressions of on lookers who were witnessing this scene. My point is this guy was caught red handed and in the act, because a young police officer with dark hair had also witnessed this scene, and was quickly making his way over to where this couple was standing by their car. Like, I said before . . . This couple was in the middle of a very heated argument. This officer was amazing. He cuffed this guy and arrested him on the spot. I will never forget the words this officer spoke to the guy he had arrested. The officer said; The law doesn’t stand for abuse or abusive actions. The courts do not tolerate it and neither should the woman you just assaulted.

I smiled at the sight of this abusive guy being put in the back of the police car. At the same time I felt relief for the woman who still stood scared, hurt, and completely embarrassed. Thank goodness there was an officer, who happened to be close by the scene to take control of the situation, because it was escalating pretty quickly. Situations like that make me study my law books even harder. Because, I want to also be a part of a legal team and legal system, which helps put abusive people and other criminals, who inflict any type of abuse on others behind bars! I love the fact that the judicial system is cracking down on issues like abuse. Now that’s justice, if there ever was any!

I love watching, Dog the Bounty Hunter, on television! It’s one my favorite shows on television, besides The Ellen Show, because I am an Ellen fan, and it’s a fact America watches Ellen. I am not much of a television person at all, because all I do is study for my law classes, and write books! Any other time I am with family, but I do pay a cable bill for one simple reason . . . Because, I love those two shows. I love watching Ellen dance to get the audience hyped up, which is so gangsta fly and I love how Dog catches the criminals, but he is humane about it all at the same time. Dog tries to always leave the captured criminal with some type of uplifting pep talk about how to get their lives back together. Now, that’s Gangsta-ology with class written all over it!

It’s a fact, we are human and we do and will make mistakes. Only a fool repeats them. That’s the example the officer set who had arrested the guy abusing his girlfriend I was telling you about. The officer arrested the guy and the whole time the officer was cuffing him, this guy had every excuse of why he hit his girlfriend the way he did. The officer calmly looked at the guy he had arrested and said . . .

There’s nothing you can say to excuse your actions today sir, because there is no excuse for abuse. What real man wants to see his mother, sister, daughter, or any other female they love getting abused or beat on? I don’t know a real man that does! Therefore sir, you get to spend some time in a jail cell, to enjoy some well deserved cool down time.

I never caught the officer’s name, because everything happened so quickly. However, if he ever reads this book he will have the privilege of knowing, that a lot of people who witnessed this crime scene respected how he handled that particular situation. I know . . . I will never forget what I seen that day . . . .

The busy downtown streets that were full of people stood still. People had stopped dead in their tracks in sheer shock. I mean people could have heard a pin drop, the very second after this guy back handed his girlfriend in public the way he did. The scene caught every ones attention! No one said a word! All anyone could pay attention to was the officer, who was quickly approaching the scene! The only sound people could hear in the uneasy silence that had covered downtown like a poisonous mist, was the sound of the officer’s shoes tapping against the street, and his voice reciting the judicial poetry of . . .

You have the right to remain silent, so do not move!

It was heroic! At least, I thought it was. It was like Law and Order live and with a perfect ending. After all was said and done, I walked over and handed this humiliated chica a tissue and we ended up having lunch together, because she said she needed someone to talk to. She mentioned she did not have any friends locally, because her boyfriend didn’t allow it. She was from California.

What an asshole, I thought to myself, because I would never tolerate a man putting his hands on me at all! I am woman! Hear me roar! That’s the kind of chica I am! I just wouldn’t tolerate this kind of abusive and ignorant shit. I would have left him a long time ago if I was her!

I am a diamond! Diamonds don’t break easily, but fragile weak made glass does! Meaning! Maybe, there’s chicas who should try loving themselves more. Chicas who should self-mold their selves a little better with self-worth. Love yourself. It’s okay to love yourself! You’re not obligated to give the best parts of yourself to a man, who doesn’t deserve it.

Let’s get back to the scene! Shall we? Where were we? Oh, yea! I decided to have lunch with the chica who had gotten publicly backhanded! We were talking about what had happened and what her future plans were going to be. She also admitted to me that her boyfriend had been beating her since the early days of their three year relationship. She told me if she had the money to get back to California, then she would leave him for good, but money was tight. I gave her the money, because I had just gotten a student loan and I wasn’t hurting for anything. Besides, I knew God would lift me up financially, if I ended up needing anything at all. So, I wasn’t worried about nothing at all.

My friend Michelle let this chica stay at her apartment for several days, because I had kids and Michelle didn’t, so it seemed safer! We didn’t know this chica from a man in the moon, but we still wanted to help her. So, after this chica had taken care of everything she needed to take care of, Michelle and I drove this chica to the bus station, and at last she was bound for California. This chica went back to her hometown to be with her family. She ended up getting married to her high school sweetheart. I still talk to her from time to time and she tells me that her life is so much better. I believe her life is better, now that she’s out of the reach of her former boyfriend’s abusive hands. I am happy for her, because she had enough intelligence and was brave enough to get out of a bad situation, while she had a chance to get out. Some chicas aren’t so smart, when it comes to situations like that. Trust me on that shit! Please, read the next paragraph, so you can completely understand where I am coming from!

This book is especially for the stupid chicas wanting to define abuse or abusive actions with ignorant theories! I have heard some chicas philosophies about abuse, and some were really stupid ass theories, but the stupidest one I have ever heard was this one! Oh, yeah, just wait until you hear this theory!

A chica once told me about her ridiculous theory. She considered it to be a logical and excusable explanation of why her boyfriend beats her ass on a regular basis! It completely shocked me to hear what she said! Her theory was unbelievable, and it left me totally speechless, when she first spoke about her ridiculous theory! Her theory was this and I will quote her exact words!

He loves me, and it’s just a love tap! He doesn’t mean to do it! It must be my fault! In time, I will mold him for the better or either he will mold me for the better. I guess whichever comes first doesn’t matter, I just can’t lose him.

I just stood there in shock, because she was serious about what she said! She believed in what she said. It was a lie she had convinced herself of to hold truth! She was bathing, chocking, and drowning in ignorance. I couldn’t find it in me to take pity on her, because it seemed like she didn’t have two brain cells to rub together at the time. I have never heard such shit in my life! Her ignorant theory made me want to up-chuck my espresso in the middle of Starbucks. That’s serious, because I love Starbucks. I am a faithful regular customer there.

Abuse is abuse and there is no pretty definition for it! Abuse is not excusable and it can only be explained one way, which is . . . HIDEOUSLY UNEXCEPTABLE! It is what it is and its abuse. No one deserves it! No one has to put up with it, and if you are a chica who does tolerate it, because of ignorant theories like that, then you must have a brick between your ears! Go ahead and quote me on it, because I did say it!

Yeah, I said, A Brick! MEANING, YOU ARE A BRAIN-LESS CHICA! Like, umm, knock, knock anyone in there. Hello brain, are you home or just out cold!

That’s exactly what I said to my amiga in front of mutual friends, when we were in the middle of Starbucks with our study group, while preparing for an upcoming law exam. I said it right in the middle of Starbucks and didn’t give a damn who heard me say it! Abuse is a serious issue! However, this book is about other topics as well, so let’s move on, because abuse pisses me off . . . So, on to the next topic we will go . . .

This book is for all the families who lost their peeps, because they committed suicide. This book is for all the mothers who lost daughters and for all the daughters who have lost mothers to suicide. This book is for all people who lost anyone to suicide or even attempted to commit suicide!

So, let’s have a moment of silence . . . RESPECTFUL SILENCE . . . RIP! God bless all of you who have lost someone to suicide! God bless the souls who did commit suicide. I wish your situation would have had a better outcome. I know your loved one’s miss you! I wish! Oh! How I wish! I could have reached out to you in time! I would have tried to help out with your struggles. If it was a friend you needed to talk to, then I would have been there! If I would have known, then I would have helped. Yes, I would have listened and reached out! I do have My Space, Yahoo, Thisis50.com, and Twitter Pages! So, look a chica up! Email me @ lookn2greeniz@yahoo.com.

There’s no coming back from death! So, please people think twice, before you take drastic measures. Suicide is never the answer. It’s never the answer for anyone! There’s always a better way to deal with the complicated issues which pop up in our lives. No matter how bad the issues may seem at the time. It’s always a better solution to solving problems than committing suicide! If your hearts been broken and it’s gotten you lower than low! Then trust me, when I write about this . . .

Time! Take time out for you and your emotional healing! Time, time, and more time! Take time out for you! Re-think things! Time will heal the pain. It may not take away the scars, but it will ease the pain.

"Sometimes, all we need is a way to vent. We must find ways to vent