Blessed & Curvy

Hello! This is one of my tour stops during my one month book tour for Get Me Through by Cedric Nelms. This virtual book tour is organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours . This tour runs March 5-30, 2018. Follow the tour here .  Book your own tour here WNL . ISBN-10: 1979321361 ISBN-13: 978-1979321365 Genre: Non Fiction About The Author Cedric Nelms was born and raised in Los Angeles, CA. He graduated from St. Bernard High in Playa Del Rey, CA. He attended Morehouse College, where he majored in Biology, with a minor in Psychology. Cedric has been in the ministry for 18 years and has been working in different areas of ministry, from youth ministry, men’s ministry, teaching, community development, social justice, and civic engagement. He was also the radio host of the Chosen Generation Ministry Radio Show, an internet program/podcast that deals with the intersection of culture, life, and faith. He is the lead pastor of Chosen Generation Fellowship ...

The Last Goodbye   I can only image the parents and love ones of the 17 victims in Parkland, FL. I watched the videos popping up on Facebook. I see the news stations reporting about who they were. They were football coaches, athletes, idea students, husbands, daughters, and sons. My heart skipped a beat. I started thinking this is happening a day after Valentine’s Day. Picture the parent dropping their child off to high school. It’s a normal day and they are rushing to the drop off curb. Normal conversation. You got your homework? Don’t forget I’ll be here to pick you up at 2:15pm!  Car stops and their child gets out. Hopefully the words were uttered “I Love You”. On the other side of town, the spouses are getting ready for work. Giddy about the Valentine’s Day dinner, she is thanking him for the beautiful roses, and a kiss on the lips as he walks out the door to go to work at the high school. His little girl ran to the window to wave bye to her Daddy....

I Would Have Freed More If Only They Knew Looking into the eyes of my sisters I see fear I see that they have given up Running away wasn’t an option They were determined to stay Take the abuse Take the punishment I see her and I nod my head in acknowledgement Signaling that it’s okay to leave You don’t have to stay I have seen the makeup trying to cover the bruises I have heard you thrown up against the walls You might have tried to muffle the sound I heard each one out loud As you rush to work, dropping off the kids, and making sure your secret is kept I noticed that during lunch you are sitting in your car, never with a bite to eat Enjoying your solitude, I wonder where you are My sister, you don’t have to endure this pain I have an escape all planned out You say that you love him You can’t leave him That I don’t understand That he’s only being a man I look at you with disbelief I do understand more than you...

Love Don’t Live Here Anymore That used to be my favorite song sitting in my car, driving with the window down, and repeating each word like it was written just for me. As Valentine’s Day is approaching and I realized that you’re gone.   Thinking about the cards, candy and flowers that I received each year. Each year after you died unexpectedly I had to come to grips that I wouldn’t send you another card. I thought about the year I placed my order through ProFlower © for 3 dozen roses for my Mother.   I called her expecting to hear the excitement instead I heard disappointment because they were wilted. I placed another call for them to make it right and another 3 dozen arrived. She finally said send me the money and I will go to the grocery store because wherever you’re getting your roses they aren’t fresh.   Now I am disappointed and I place the third call this time I spoke with a supervisor and express my experience. They understood, showed em...