When you remember Broward…

Hey everyone!! Thank you once again for your support! My goal is to expand “Be Bold for christ: B.B.4.C” into somthing amazing!

For the last month I have talking to a close friend of mine and she gave me some great advice about friendships.

I love to write about what I know and what is dear to me.

I find inspiration everywhere! But often times I do not jot them down.

Last night, I was inspired to write about my past. I wanted to write it in second person. It was bittersweet writing this piece because I had to go back to a place of pain and hurt. 

I didn’t have to write this piece, but I think it’s time to allow my readers to  learn more about “Katchee.”

Hope you enjoy! Please share 😉

(Broward piece will be posted after the Photos. 🙂 )

Broward

Original piece by Katchee Naelle 

Sometimes you can’t tell everyone your story. 

Your past, your flaws and all the kinks and quirks that makes you, you. 

Not just anyone can understand or even relate.

You learned that although its fun to be in a crowd as the main focus and the center of all attention, not everyone is rooting for you.

Sometimes a person will judge you based on your outward appearance and summarize who you are.

But the way that you choose to adorn yourself and why you no longer smile was something that developed that overtime.

When you look back over your life…

You used to dress in skimpy clothing and allowed boys to touch all over your body. You did not value your worth, you did not think that you were precious than rubies. 

You allowed them to tour precious places freely and You listened to sweet nothings from them.

You remember being called “ugly” and how a bag placed over your head would enhance your appearance.

See, when you think back

you remember hatred and pain. You remember BROWARD.

Broward….

41 minutes away

As You sit there with a friend 

You remember a place that holds disturbing memories of your past.

Being abused mentality, physically and verbally.

How your unique name was twisted and turned. And it went to a place where you lost your sense of purpose, your identity tossed aside. It no longer hold the value that it once had , but it was degraded by them.

When you remember Broward, you remember heartbreak and brokenness. You remember domestic violence and being fearful for your life. 

When you remember broward You remember eating grandma cookies for breakfast, lunch and dinner. 

So here you are 9 years later….
To an observer you are just too serious, difficult and unrelate-able.  But they have no idea… you could explain it to them, but they wouldn’t understand.

They wouldn’t understand that the scar on your lip is a sign of victory. A sign which shows that you survived abuse! A sign that always reminds you that It could’ve been worst. 

They wouldnt understand that The way you chose to adorn yourself so modestly and beautifuly is because you now value yourself, your worth.

In broward you allowed boys to lust after your breast, hips and thighs. You wore clothes way too tight and way too short just for a second glance.

They wouldnt understand that the “librarian” values her temple. To cover and protect her gift. 

See when you look at her, him, them, you remember Broward. 

A place You left. 

A place you have no desire of returning.
Thank you 🙂

Be blessed, be BOLD, and don’t forget that you are Fearfully and Wonderfully made!