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    Green Grass: Lyrics from My Soul
    Green Grass: Lyrics from My Soul
    Green Grass: Lyrics from My Soul
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    Green Grass: Lyrics from My Soul

    By Jazmynn Williams

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    The author, Jazmynn Williams, uses poetry to tell a summary of the trails, hardships and strongholds that ultimately pulled her back to Christ.

    Included in this book are some of her favorite poems, Green Grass, Forgotten and The Unknown. Green Grass tells the story of a young woman who struggles with depression, lesbianism and insecurities.

    She, like others, have often thought the grass was greener on the other side to only realize the previous grass was not so brown. After years of searching for happiness, love and acceptance, she discovered green grass and realized that the grass is not always greener on the other side.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateNov 28, 2011
    ISBN9781467060653
    Green Grass: Lyrics from My Soul
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    Jazmynn Williams

    Jazmynn Williams was born on February 15, 1987 to Brian and Linder Williams. She has three siblings, Brian II, Precious and Amber Williams. She was born in Smithdale, Mississippi but was raised in Mobile, Alabama. She currently resides in McComb, Mississippi. Jazmynn is studying Psychology at Southwest Mississippi Community College. She attends Rose Hill Missionary Baptist Church. She wrote her first poem, Forgotten, at the age of fourteen. She developed a passion for writing and hopes to use her passion to touch lives and draw people to Christ.

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      Green Grass - Jazmynn Williams

      Contents

      The Naked Truth

      Forgotten

      What We’re About

      A Tower Fell On Me

      A Sweet Release

      Dream Big

      I Am Your Child

      Sweet Sweet Baby

      Sticks And Stones

      The Depth Of Beauty

      A Romantic love

      To Love

      How Precious

      My Curse

      Love Isn’t Blind

      The Beauty In Lies

      Puppy Love

      Once More

      As the Ocean

      The Little Things

      Non Fiction

      Let Me

      Eruption

      Secret Lovers

      Love Junky

      The Giving Heart

      The Unknown

      In Love With Love

      A Wondering Heart

      Smiling Faces

      I Am One of Many

      If Hearts Had Words

      Gotta Be Voo Doo

      Gotta Be Voo Doo

      Easy Come Easy Go

      The Mask

      My Good Heart

      Always A Day Away

      A Piece Of Mind

      Love Hates

      It’s Just A Game

      Desert Land

      Messy Me

      A Fresh Breeze is Blowing

      The Greatest Joy

      Self Control

      What Kind Of Love Is That

      The High Horse

      The Path

      Peer Pressure

      Your Mistake

      They Are Women

      Freed Myself

      Nosey Rosy

      Rather Be A Loser

      The Search

      Unanswered Questions

      The Climb

      My Wish I Was

      A Black Pearl

      Something New

      Sell Me Not A Dream

      How Could You?

      A Picture In A Frame

      A Letter From The Cutters

      The Princess And The Frog

      The Truth and The Lie

      The Biggest Mistake

      The Cube

      She Is

      Don’t Trip Me

      Question

      What Makes You So Amazing

      The Gift

      Don’t Throw Flames On Gas

      The Shoe Box

      Faint Not

      My Apology To Me

      Green Grass

      The Naked Truth

      I come naked.

      I come unclothed.

      No skin,

      No flesh,

      You see my soul.

      I cannot lie

      For my eyes do tell

      Everything my mouth has ever held.

      I’m real as they come,

      But angel I’m not.

      I have flaws,

      In fact a lot,

      But hide them,

      Never,

      For then I’m you,

      So go ahead and hate me,

      But what I say is true.

      Have I lied?

      Yes.

      And I know what you think.

      I thought you were honest?

      And you are right indeed.

      Eighty-five is the percent I am honest with you.

      Ten is the percent I tell half the truth.

      Five is the percent I just straight lie,

      But never have I met one more honest than I.

      The Naked Truth

      There is a fine line between being real and being rude. I know at times I tap dance on that line, but I try very hard not to hurt people’s feelings when I tell them the truth. The people in my life know I am very blunt, so when they come to me for advice I ask them if they are sure they want to hear what I have to say. Most people don’t ask me for my opinion when they want the truth sugar-coated, because they know I hate to lie. I take pride in being honest. I consider myself very down-to-earth, and anyone that knows me is going to know the real me. That being said, I do not act the same way all the time; I am actually a little moody, but I am always myself. I wrote this poem one day after someone close to me insinuated that I lie a lot. Truth be told, I do lie to them sometimes, but that is because it is insanely hard to communicate with them. They think they are right about everything, think you are lying when you are telling the truth, blow everything out of proportion whether you tell them the truth or not, and on top of that they repeat everything you say. I know lying is wrong, but for this person I wish God would make an exception. Despite the fact that I occasionally lie to this person, I consider myself extremely honest, and though I know there are people more honest than me in the world, I don’t think I know one personally.

      Forgotten

      Forgotten we have,

      Forgotten the past,

      The present,

      And the future.

      Forgotten the past of our ancestors,

      The struggle that they had,

      The pain,

      The suffering,

      The tears,

      The sorrow,

      The blood shed of those who passed.

      Through the torment they persevered,

      For the future of our race.

      They fought together and worked hard,

      But most of us have been a disgrace.

      Today the fight is between one another,

      For we have forgotten our ancestors’ struggle.

      Blacks have become atypical and predictable,

      Both which are not good,

      For we have forgotten what we fought for,

      Though we say we understood.

      Black and proud is the song we sing,

      But that is not really true,

      Just a song of joy

      To hide the sorrow

      That no one is trying hard enough to undo.

      No, this poem is not to promote racism.

      I am just stating the truth,

      That African Americans stand for something,

      But who will dare to say,

      That we are one,

      And individuals,

      And we will work together from this day.

      Too long too late is what I’ve heard,

      But here is what my ancestors said,

      We will work harder and together,

      A railroad lies ahead.

      Together they brought us to freedom.

      Together they brought forth you.

      Together sounds good to the ear,

      But forgotten is what came true.

      Let us not forget to make things right.

      Let us not forget to change the future.

      Let us remember to work together.

      Let us remember our African American future.

      What We’re About

      Collard greens, cornbread, red beans and rice,

      Ham hocks, pig feet, sweet potato pie,

      That’s what the South is all about.

      Family, food, music, beer,

      Cards, games, chairs, grills,

      That’s what the South is all about.

      Cook-outs, bar-b-ques, family reunions,

      Time well-spent with family and friends,

      That’s what the South is all about.

      Understanding each others hurts and pains,

      Because we’ve all been there before,

      An undying realness and truth,

      Overcomers without a doubt,

      That’s what the South is all about.

      A Tower Fell On Me

      I left home expecting to return

      On one September day,

      And as I entered the building

      Something told me to turn away.

      I do not know exactly why,

      But a tower fell on me.

      I heard a boom,

      And then a crash,

      Then suddenly I could not see.

      The building shook,

      And the lights went out,

      And I heard a lot of mournful screams,

      Because what was taking place

      Was far beyond anything I had ever seen.

      The rumbling never really stopped

      Before the other crash,

      And the air became so thick

      That I could not even gasp.

      I do not know exactly how long

      I was underneath the tower,

      But the smell of death,

      And the feel of fire

      Was around me for about an hour.

      It seemed roughly a day

      Before my pain left,

      Though my body was now numb

      I could still smell the death.

      What was happening above the tower

      I may never know,

      But what happened underneath

      Is too much for one poem to show.

      What caused the towers to fall

      Is now a mystery,

      Because on one September day

      A tower fell on me.

      A Tower Fell On Me

      I wrote this poem a while after 9/11. I was still hearing a lot about the stories of families that had lost loved ones. People were building memorials and a war was starting, but I was more interested in how it must have felt to have been in the towers. I had seen how people were still being rescued days after the crash. I couldn’t imagine how awful it must have been to have

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