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CROSSING THE LINE
I HAVE A STORY TO TELL ABOUT OUR WEEKEND AND HOW THINGS ARE GOING FOR US. AS YOU KNOW I AM ALWAYS TRYING TO UNDERSTAND WHY IS IT THAT PEOPLE SHUN US. I THINK THAT IT IS BECAUSE THEY FEAR US AND WHAT WE ARE, WE ARE JUST LIKE YOU IN THE THINGS THAT WE DO. I HAVE BEEN WRITING BECAUSE I NEED TO AND BECAUSE IT IS WHAT I DO. I WANT TO THANK MY FRIEND FOR THAT, SHE HAS SHOWN ME WHAT IT IS I NEED TO DO.
MY LIFE IS FALLING APART AROUND ME, YET I CAN NOT STOP WRITING, I AM SURE THAT WHEN I STOP I WILL BE CRYING BECAUSE I ALREALLY MISS HER AND SHE HAS NOT EVEN LEFT YET. I CAN NOT HELP THE WAY I AM FEELING RIGHT NOW AND I AM NOT SURE WHAT I WILL SAY. MY HEART IS BROKEN YET I KNOW THAT SOMETHING NEEDS TO BE DONE.
I WRITE ABOUT BEING DIFFERENT, AND WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TREAT SOMEONE AS THOUGH THEY ARE, I TREATED SOMEONE THAT WAS DIFFERENT VERY WRONG AND NOW I WILL BE PAYING THAT PRICE. IT HAS COME TO THE TIME WHEN WE ARE STARTING TO PART OUR WAYS AND I AM NOT GOING TO LIE ABOUT THE WAY I AM FEELING, I AM HURT ,BUT YET I KNEW THAT I WAS WRONG AND IT IS TO LATE TO TRY AND FIX IT, I DON'T THINK IT CAN BE FIXED. WE HAVE GOTTEN TO THE POINT WHERE EVERYTHING IS SOMEONE ELSE FAULT AND NO ONE WANTS TO TAKE THE BLAME, IS IT TIME TO THROW IN THE TOWEL?
I AM FEELING A LITTLE DOWN AS I WRITE, BUT I MUST KEEP GOING. I HAVE BEEN WRITING FROM MY HEART AND I HAVE BEEN SETTING MY BOOK OF POEMS OUT ON MY TABLE AT THE MARKET PLACE, SO THAT I CAN GET SOME FEED BACK FROM THOSE THAT READ IT. WHAT I HAVE FOUND IS THAT I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS ALL WRONG, INSTEAD OF TRYING TO MAKE THEM SEE WHAT THEY ARE DOING WRONG, SHOW THEM WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT, I HAVE COME TO NOTICE THAT BY HAVING MY WRITING'S THERE PEOPLE ARE READING IT AND REALIZING THAT I AM A HUMAN BEING JUST LIKE THEM, THERE IS REALLY NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND ME.
WHAT AM SEEING IS THAT THOSE THAT STOP AND READ, FIND THAT THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT ME THAT MAKES THEM WANT TO KNOW MORE, I HAVE HAD PEOPLE ASK ME ABOUT SELLING MY BOOK OF POEMS SO I AM WORKING ON GETTING THEM PUBLISTED.
THE THING THAT I HAVE NOTICED IS THE FACT THAT I TRUELY BELIEVE THEY ARE AFARID OF ME, AND THEY DO NOT KNOW HOW TO ACT, SO WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING IS GETTING THEM TO TALK TO ME AND GETTING THEIR ATTENTION. YOU CAN NOT JUDGE ME IF YOU DO NOT KNOW ME, SO IF I GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO KNOW ME, THEN IT WILL BE UP TO THEM TO STAY OR WALK AWAY. ITS LIKE BREAKING THE ICE, AND ALLOWING THEM TO SEE THE TRUE ME IN MY WORDS THAT I WRITE AND SPEAK.
IT'S GETTING THEM TO CROSS THAT LINE AND STEP INTO MY WORLD SO THAT I MAY SHOW THEM MY WAYS OF JUST BEING HUMAN.
SO NOW I FEEL THE NEED TO SHOW MORE AND MORE PEOPLE WHAT I DO, THAT IS WRITING, JUST FOR YOU.
SOUTHERN ACTS PRESENT'S
"THE MISFORTUNES"
WRITTEN BY BOBBIE JEAN CHIASSON
EDITED BY STEVEN LAWHORN
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY SOUTHERN ACTS
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
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I HAVE A STORY TO TELL ABOUT OUR WEEKEND AND HOW THINGS ARE GOING FOR US. AS YOU KNOW I AM ALWAYS TRYING TO UNDERSTAND WHY IS IT THAT PEOPLE SHUN US. I THINK THAT IT IS BECAUSE THEY FEAR US AND WHAT WE ARE, WE ARE JUST LIKE YOU IN THE THINGS THAT WE DO. I HAVE BEEN WRITING BECAUSE I NEED TO AND BECAUSE IT IS WHAT I DO. I WANT TO THANK MY FRIEND FOR THAT, SHE HAS SHOWN ME WHAT IT IS I NEED TO DO.
MY LIFE IS FALLING APART AROUND ME, YET I CAN NOT STOP WRITING, I AM SURE THAT WHEN I STOP I WILL BE CRYING BECAUSE I ALREALLY MISS HER AND SHE HAS NOT EVEN LEFT YET. I CAN NOT HELP THE WAY I AM FEELING RIGHT NOW AND I AM NOT SURE WHAT I WILL SAY. MY HEART IS BROKEN YET I KNOW THAT SOMETHING NEEDS TO BE DONE.
I WRITE ABOUT BEING DIFFERENT, AND WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TREAT SOMEONE AS THOUGH THEY ARE, I TREATED SOMEONE THAT WAS DIFFERENT VERY WRONG AND NOW I WILL BE PAYING THAT PRICE. IT HAS COME TO THE TIME WHEN WE ARE STARTING TO PART OUR WAYS AND I AM NOT GOING TO LIE ABOUT THE WAY I AM FEELING, I AM HURT ,BUT YET I KNEW THAT I WAS WRONG AND IT IS TO LATE TO TRY AND FIX IT, I DON'T THINK IT CAN BE FIXED. WE HAVE GOTTEN TO THE POINT WHERE EVERYTHING IS SOMEONE ELSE FAULT AND NO ONE WANTS TO TAKE THE BLAME, IS IT TIME TO THROW IN THE TOWEL?
I AM FEELING A LITTLE DOWN AS I WRITE, BUT I MUST KEEP GOING. I HAVE BEEN WRITING FROM MY HEART AND I HAVE BEEN SETTING MY BOOK OF POEMS OUT ON MY TABLE AT THE MARKET PLACE, SO THAT I CAN GET SOME FEED BACK FROM THOSE THAT READ IT. WHAT I HAVE FOUND IS THAT I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS ALL WRONG, INSTEAD OF TRYING TO MAKE THEM SEE WHAT THEY ARE DOING WRONG, SHOW THEM WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT, I HAVE COME TO NOTICE THAT BY HAVING MY WRITING'S THERE PEOPLE ARE READING IT AND REALIZING THAT I AM A HUMAN BEING JUST LIKE THEM, THERE IS REALLY NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND ME.
WHAT AM SEEING IS THAT THOSE THAT STOP AND READ, FIND THAT THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT ME THAT MAKES THEM WANT TO KNOW MORE, I HAVE HAD PEOPLE ASK ME ABOUT SELLING MY BOOK OF POEMS SO I AM WORKING ON GETTING THEM PUBLISTED.
THE THING THAT I HAVE NOTICED IS THE FACT THAT I TRUELY BELIEVE THEY ARE AFARID OF ME, AND THEY DO NOT KNOW HOW TO ACT, SO WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING IS GETTING THEM TO TALK TO ME AND GETTING THEIR ATTENTION. YOU CAN NOT JUDGE ME IF YOU DO NOT KNOW ME, SO IF I GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO KNOW ME, THEN IT WILL BE UP TO THEM TO STAY OR WALK AWAY. ITS LIKE BREAKING THE ICE, AND ALLOWING THEM TO SEE THE TRUE ME IN MY WORDS THAT I WRITE AND SPEAK.
IT'S GETTING THEM TO CROSS THAT LINE AND STEP INTO MY WORLD SO THAT I MAY SHOW THEM MY WAYS OF JUST BEING HUMAN.
SO NOW I FEEL THE NEED TO SHOW MORE AND MORE PEOPLE WHAT I DO, THAT IS WRITING, JUST FOR YOU.
SOUTHERN ACTS PRESENT'S
"THE MISFORTUNES"
WRITTEN BY BOBBIE JEAN CHIASSON
EDITED BY STEVEN LAWHORN
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY SOUTHERN ACTS
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
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“Boundaries”
Another day coming to an end for me, as I sit under my tree. I look out over the land to see just how far I can. You would think that there are no boundaries to stop your way, Well it does not work like that I am sorry to say.
What are boundaries and why are they set into place for us to see? It is because that is the way it has to be.
Everyone has their own little world and when someone else tries to come into that world and change things that were set into place, it is called over stepping your boundaries, in plan English you have stepped into their world and shut them down. It does not matter that you don't see it, most of the time the damage is already done when this person say's anything about it. When it comes to the time where they can not deal with it any longer they are going to want out. You can try anything you like, it just will not work for them anymore.
I am guilty of that myself, that is what I have done to us. I have overstepped my boundaries when I shut my girlfriend down. I do not have or had that right in the first place, but because I needed someone to help me, I controlled everything we done. Now I thought that I could get us up and running , because I had done it in the past. In the past I done it because I was a man, but now because I have changed my life and started on my path to be a woman, I have over stepped her boundaries and got her to be with me.
But like anything else there is a prices to pay. Now we have gotten to the point that we may have to go our own ways, not because we want to, but because we may have to.
Sometimes You may wonder why would someone sit here and write this for anyone to read it, that is why I write, because I want you to read this and maybe someone else that is doing the same thing will read this. It is wrong what I do, I am not proud of myself at all, yet I do not want to be alone and it is hard for me just to let her go,
I can not say that it would break my heart because I did that a long time ago when I shut her down from having some fun in life. Because of my heath things have changed here and all I want to do is write, but she wants to run and sing, I can't really do any of those things. She is like a Beautiful bird that flies above, she is only wanting to spread her wings and find her love. I can love her all I want, but that does not give me the right to overstep her boundaries, I would not want you to over step mine, because it ain't happening today.
I can not blame her for being angry at me for what I have done, but I can and will blame myself for putting her on the run. I say run because I have told her that she needs to get away from someone like me, I am a bad person that does not respect her wishes, I am the one that judged her and what she is.
You will not believe that it was me trying to protect her when she needed protection from me. She was just trying to live her life, now I got her in my life, when all she wanted to do was be free.
She has not done anything wrong yet I accuse her of doing so before she ever leaves the house, so she just can't get up and go anywhere because of me.
So here we are back to the same question, why do I write here, because I love you my dear, I am proud of what you are making of me, you have taken along time, but maybe I am about to see. I always knew that I was a foolish man, but I did not know just how much of a fool I am.
There is no one that has ever given me anything till you came along, now I have everything I could want to own, MYSELF
Inspired by You, because you are different then anyone else.
Written by Bobbie Jean Chiasson
Edited by Steven Lawhorn
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY SOUTHERN ACTS
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
http://www.southernacts.com
Another day coming to an end for me, as I sit under my tree. I look out over the land to see just how far I can. You would think that there are no boundaries to stop your way, Well it does not work like that I am sorry to say.
What are boundaries and why are they set into place for us to see? It is because that is the way it has to be.
Everyone has their own little world and when someone else tries to come into that world and change things that were set into place, it is called over stepping your boundaries, in plan English you have stepped into their world and shut them down. It does not matter that you don't see it, most of the time the damage is already done when this person say's anything about it. When it comes to the time where they can not deal with it any longer they are going to want out. You can try anything you like, it just will not work for them anymore.
I am guilty of that myself, that is what I have done to us. I have overstepped my boundaries when I shut my girlfriend down. I do not have or had that right in the first place, but because I needed someone to help me, I controlled everything we done. Now I thought that I could get us up and running , because I had done it in the past. In the past I done it because I was a man, but now because I have changed my life and started on my path to be a woman, I have over stepped her boundaries and got her to be with me.
But like anything else there is a prices to pay. Now we have gotten to the point that we may have to go our own ways, not because we want to, but because we may have to.
Sometimes You may wonder why would someone sit here and write this for anyone to read it, that is why I write, because I want you to read this and maybe someone else that is doing the same thing will read this. It is wrong what I do, I am not proud of myself at all, yet I do not want to be alone and it is hard for me just to let her go,
I can not say that it would break my heart because I did that a long time ago when I shut her down from having some fun in life. Because of my heath things have changed here and all I want to do is write, but she wants to run and sing, I can't really do any of those things. She is like a Beautiful bird that flies above, she is only wanting to spread her wings and find her love. I can love her all I want, but that does not give me the right to overstep her boundaries, I would not want you to over step mine, because it ain't happening today.
I can not blame her for being angry at me for what I have done, but I can and will blame myself for putting her on the run. I say run because I have told her that she needs to get away from someone like me, I am a bad person that does not respect her wishes, I am the one that judged her and what she is.
You will not believe that it was me trying to protect her when she needed protection from me. She was just trying to live her life, now I got her in my life, when all she wanted to do was be free.
She has not done anything wrong yet I accuse her of doing so before she ever leaves the house, so she just can't get up and go anywhere because of me.
So here we are back to the same question, why do I write here, because I love you my dear, I am proud of what you are making of me, you have taken along time, but maybe I am about to see. I always knew that I was a foolish man, but I did not know just how much of a fool I am.
There is no one that has ever given me anything till you came along, now I have everything I could want to own, MYSELF
Inspired by You, because you are different then anyone else.
Written by Bobbie Jean Chiasson
Edited by Steven Lawhorn
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY SOUTHERN ACTS
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
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“YOU”
It's a beautiful morning, with the sun raising over the hills. The fields are in bloom with the wild flowers they grow for seed here . It is so pretty this time of year with the new born rays of sunshine that fills the air flowing with a light morning fog.
Never have I found such a beautiful place to sit and read, or maybe draw a picture of you. I can smell the daisies, they seem to stand out above the rest, I so love daisies.
There is a cool breeze blowing as it makes waves over the fields, the flowers are dancing in the wind as the birds sing for me here. This is my safe place, where I can hide and dream. Here I can be anything that I choose to be, because Here is where dreams are made. Come sit with me, join me by my-side. Let us get to know each other and share our thoughts and dreams. For I have found you to be charming in your ways, caring in your heart and above all you are different than anyone I have ever met and it is truly exciting just to look at you and to hear your voice is like no other I have ever heard.
As you whisper your name, the birds sing softer and follow your lead, as the wind carries your words over the fields of blooming flowers adding color to your world around you. Reach out, touch the wind, feel the life that flows in the air around you, you are the very beginning of that new life. Everything that you see, feel, touch, hear, is different in so many ways, that is what makes the world turn under your feet.
Never before, have I seen and touched such beauty as yours. I have never smelt a flower such as you. Hearing your voice in the wind fills my heart with your love. You are my inspiration for all that I do, I can not compare the heavens above because only you have shown me your love. It is you that takes my breath away when you whisper to me at night, It is you that fills my heart with a new life. It is you that has touched me and allowed me to feel your pain and hear your cries. It is you that has given me my strength and my courage to write and feel and live again. It is you, That I have fallen in love with. It is you that has truly captured my heart and my love. For it is you my companion that shares this life with me. It is you my friend that watches over me. It is you my soul mate that fills me with a spirit that I can not and will compare to any I have seen.
You are the very universe that I live in and I am in your world, when I look up at night, the stars are your eyes shining down and watching over me. You have overwhelmed my life itself. It is you my love that comes to me from heaven above. Because it is only you that I think of.
As we have sat here today, we have come to know each other just one step more. All my life I have never been able to do what I do now, It is only because of my friend and partner in what ever it is we do. Before you came into my life I was nothing, today I am a writer with a story to tell. I am a Dreamer with a hope to fill someones heart. I am that love that can not and will not be stopped from spreading over the world as we know it. For you I stand and I say Enough with the judging of any human beings.
I have found what it is that you want me to do, You want me to speak just for you.
I HAVE A DREAM OF A BETTER WORLD,
NOT JUST FOR YOU AND ME,
IT IS FOR EVERYONE DON'T YOU SEE?
WE ARE THE VOICE'S OF THE MISFORTUNES
Inspired by You, because you are different then anyone else.
Written by Bobbie Jean Chiasson
Edited by Steven Lawhorn
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY SOUTHERN ACTS
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
http://www.southernacts.comP YRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
It's a beautiful morning, with the sun raising over the hills. The fields are in bloom with the wild flowers they grow for seed here . It is so pretty this time of year with the new born rays of sunshine that fills the air flowing with a light morning fog.
Never have I found such a beautiful place to sit and read, or maybe draw a picture of you. I can smell the daisies, they seem to stand out above the rest, I so love daisies.
There is a cool breeze blowing as it makes waves over the fields, the flowers are dancing in the wind as the birds sing for me here. This is my safe place, where I can hide and dream. Here I can be anything that I choose to be, because Here is where dreams are made. Come sit with me, join me by my-side. Let us get to know each other and share our thoughts and dreams. For I have found you to be charming in your ways, caring in your heart and above all you are different than anyone I have ever met and it is truly exciting just to look at you and to hear your voice is like no other I have ever heard.
As you whisper your name, the birds sing softer and follow your lead, as the wind carries your words over the fields of blooming flowers adding color to your world around you. Reach out, touch the wind, feel the life that flows in the air around you, you are the very beginning of that new life. Everything that you see, feel, touch, hear, is different in so many ways, that is what makes the world turn under your feet.
Never before, have I seen and touched such beauty as yours. I have never smelt a flower such as you. Hearing your voice in the wind fills my heart with your love. You are my inspiration for all that I do, I can not compare the heavens above because only you have shown me your love. It is you that takes my breath away when you whisper to me at night, It is you that fills my heart with a new life. It is you that has touched me and allowed me to feel your pain and hear your cries. It is you that has given me my strength and my courage to write and feel and live again. It is you, That I have fallen in love with. It is you that has truly captured my heart and my love. For it is you my companion that shares this life with me. It is you my friend that watches over me. It is you my soul mate that fills me with a spirit that I can not and will compare to any I have seen.
You are the very universe that I live in and I am in your world, when I look up at night, the stars are your eyes shining down and watching over me. You have overwhelmed my life itself. It is you my love that comes to me from heaven above. Because it is only you that I think of.
As we have sat here today, we have come to know each other just one step more. All my life I have never been able to do what I do now, It is only because of my friend and partner in what ever it is we do. Before you came into my life I was nothing, today I am a writer with a story to tell. I am a Dreamer with a hope to fill someones heart. I am that love that can not and will not be stopped from spreading over the world as we know it. For you I stand and I say Enough with the judging of any human beings.
I have found what it is that you want me to do, You want me to speak just for you.
I HAVE A DREAM OF A BETTER WORLD,
NOT JUST FOR YOU AND ME,
IT IS FOR EVERYONE DON'T YOU SEE?
WE ARE THE VOICE'S OF THE MISFORTUNES
Inspired by You, because you are different then anyone else.
Written by Bobbie Jean Chiasson
Edited by Steven Lawhorn
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY SOUTHERN ACTS
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
http://www.southernacts.comP YRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
“DON'T JUDGE ANYONE ELSE”
A lot of times we tend to judge a book by the cover, or for you that don't understand, we judge someone before we take the time to know who we are talking to. I have done it and so have you. It is in our nature to do that, but the right thing is to take the time to at least speak to the book, then judge it.
I have been dealing with a lot of hate inside myself, and it has cause me to judge and doubt others before we speak
As you know by now we try to sell things at the market just like anyone else would, and there was a confusion as to what I am. I am a human being first, asshole second, and in the end I am just like you, a person that has feelings and I cry just like you. Because of the way my life has been over the years, I had made a stand to write and speak about being different.
When things got rough and we were being treated badly out there, I just wanted to hate everyone, because I did not know who I could trust anymore, so I just started from the beginning. This is the way I see this, If you know me, and you say you are my friend then why do you call me he/ him/ sir/ I'm your brother, oh, yes, hey man, excuse, but does it look like I want to be call anything else then Miss. I’m sorry if I come on strong, but if I look at you and I know you and you are my friend, then I will call you whatever you have chosen to be called. So if you are an asshole, rest assured I will call you that, because that is what you have shown me.
As a writer one must write about something, I have chosen to write about my life as a transgender living in what I call hell, but really it's just south Ga, lol. Anyway, I could have moved at anytime I wanted to I guest, but just how much of this fun I would have missed. Hell I live with a cross-dresser that does not care what anyone say's about him/ her, I call her/ her, because it is the her in her that I love. It does not matter how bad it get's with us, it can never be as bad as it was living with a woman, For them I had to be everything, the worker, the driver the man, huh, anyway, for This one I am allowed to be myself. and live the way I want to live, she has never stopped me from doing what I want to, but I have not done the same for her. You see, an artist has to have some sort of a model to draw, like a carpenter needs wood to build, A writer needs inspiration, sure I can sit hear and write a tail or two, but I write about me, because I am a tail or two myself.
We are having problems because what I do is nonprofit, there is no income, I can not pay her to take care of me, that means that I will have to let her go, so she can fine work and not lose her home, or I have to leave my home to help her. You may think, so one of you move, it's not that easy. Just because we are both transgender people does not mean that we are prefect for each other. I am going to be 62 in a few days, she is only 52 now. I am dying and she just wants to live, my life is coming to an end and hers has not begun, I am weak, she is strong, but because I have no one to care for me, she is trapped here to deal with my mood swings and it is hard for her to see me in so much pain that tears fall from my eyes, and there is nothing she can do. She try's hard to make me take my meds, but the pain is so bad at that point that I feel like why am I forced to live like this, what is it that I have not done, why can't I just go home?
This is the way I see this, Do not make the mistake and take this anyway, but the way I write it. All my life, I have been told of this great God of yours, how he/she is suppose to love everyone here on this planet yet you stand there and tell me I am going to hell, that I am the devil himself, that your Gods does not love me, well here we are, either you are lying and have no clue who your god is or, that your God sucks, because if you are an image of your God, we've all lose anyway. You see, it does not matter how much you believe in something does not make it right. The way I see it is that your God really does love everyone, it is you that has the problems, not your God.
I have wings like an angel yet that does not make me one. What I am is all the hate and all the hurt that you can shove down someones throat till they cannot and will not stand for it anymore. I am that person that will tell you to your face that you are a fool and that you are nothing like your God.
You see, I remember when Jesus was carrying that cross on his shoulder and I remember the blood flowing down his face as the crown of thorns cut into his forehead. The pain that he had to endure for you was unbelievable, He was put here by the same God that you worship and respect, as The father and Creator of all of us, then why would you question his creations such as myself?
I do not walk with the Gods of our world, but I believe that I have been allowed the ability to write and speak out to stop the hatred and the discrimination against anyone for anything. I have chosen to carry that cross and my crown of thorns is the pain in my heart, Tell me about what is hurting you, allow me to help carry that cross, allow me to share your pain and I will shed your tears for you if I can.
Like many that have had a Dream and have died for that Dream. I am not crazy or am I mad, I have been shown the way that it needs to be before any of us can live with the love and understanding of others.
Like many before me, I am mad at myself because I am dying and I can not stop that, but it is not how I want to die. My idea of dying is being shoot or something standing up against hatred, I mean let me die for a cause for something that will make a difference, I am not a fool to stand in front of a man with a gun and challenge him when he feels he can disrespect me or anyone else for that matter, I will be the one to ask him if his gun is his balls and if he chooses to shoot me great, I have died for a cause, and his ass is grass. You see I am not afraid to die, it is how I will die that I am afraid of.
We are going into some changes in our lives right now and we are not sure how this will end, the thing is that all this, that is going on in my life, was not part of her life, because I have brought her into my life, it has cause some unrest between us, this is my battle that I have chosen to fight, I am the one that has been attacked over and over again and I am the one that has been chosen to say enough of your bullshit believes about what you think your God would do to me. I am not here to be judged by some 200 lbs dumb ass bitch or some redneck that picks his nose, What I am here for is to tell them that they have a problem themselves, don't judge anyone else.
The thing is I became just what I am fighting this weekend, I just wanted to tell everyone where they were wrong and that they needed to hear that from someone. I was angry at the whole flea market for what they done to us.
Sunday I was so hurt that I did not even want to go, but I had to, just for myself, I wanted to just sit there with a few things on my table and I put my writings there with my art work just to show people that I was not a bad person, that I had feelings and I cried some too. I was just going to tell them that I had nothing for sale except me. I wanted to see if there was anyone that would read what I write. Being hurt I would not speak, so they would read and just say that was ok, better good. I liked that, but the most heart-warming feedback was when a lady came with her husband but she always sat in the car, for some reason she got out and was looking around when she started reading and her husband was done, but she just kept on reading then told him that she like the writing, but said she did not know the writer, when I said it was me, she could not believe that someone like me would be able to write like that, because it was how her own son was feeling about his life, because he was gay, She than told me of him and that she felt what I wrote and that she would look at her own son with more open eyes. I cried and I was really touched because at the same time a friend had stopped to say hello and walked right into it, I told them that I was going to stop writing and going to the market, and they told me that what I write about would help others like myself and my friend, It may not help me, but If I can open just one door for someone to follow through in life then I have done what I am suppose to do.
You need to remember that if you feel what I do is a sin, then think about what you are doing to me, that is a greater sin. If I am wrong then let your God deal with me, you leave me that hell out of your life if you don't like me, because I am sure as hell going to leave you out of mine.
WRITTEN BY Bobbie Jean Chiasson
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY Southern Acts
A lot of times we tend to judge a book by the cover, or for you that don't understand, we judge someone before we take the time to know who we are talking to. I have done it and so have you. It is in our nature to do that, but the right thing is to take the time to at least speak to the book, then judge it.
I have been dealing with a lot of hate inside myself, and it has cause me to judge and doubt others before we speak
As you know by now we try to sell things at the market just like anyone else would, and there was a confusion as to what I am. I am a human being first, asshole second, and in the end I am just like you, a person that has feelings and I cry just like you. Because of the way my life has been over the years, I had made a stand to write and speak about being different.
When things got rough and we were being treated badly out there, I just wanted to hate everyone, because I did not know who I could trust anymore, so I just started from the beginning. This is the way I see this, If you know me, and you say you are my friend then why do you call me he/ him/ sir/ I'm your brother, oh, yes, hey man, excuse, but does it look like I want to be call anything else then Miss. I’m sorry if I come on strong, but if I look at you and I know you and you are my friend, then I will call you whatever you have chosen to be called. So if you are an asshole, rest assured I will call you that, because that is what you have shown me.
As a writer one must write about something, I have chosen to write about my life as a transgender living in what I call hell, but really it's just south Ga, lol. Anyway, I could have moved at anytime I wanted to I guest, but just how much of this fun I would have missed. Hell I live with a cross-dresser that does not care what anyone say's about him/ her, I call her/ her, because it is the her in her that I love. It does not matter how bad it get's with us, it can never be as bad as it was living with a woman, For them I had to be everything, the worker, the driver the man, huh, anyway, for This one I am allowed to be myself. and live the way I want to live, she has never stopped me from doing what I want to, but I have not done the same for her. You see, an artist has to have some sort of a model to draw, like a carpenter needs wood to build, A writer needs inspiration, sure I can sit hear and write a tail or two, but I write about me, because I am a tail or two myself.
We are having problems because what I do is nonprofit, there is no income, I can not pay her to take care of me, that means that I will have to let her go, so she can fine work and not lose her home, or I have to leave my home to help her. You may think, so one of you move, it's not that easy. Just because we are both transgender people does not mean that we are prefect for each other. I am going to be 62 in a few days, she is only 52 now. I am dying and she just wants to live, my life is coming to an end and hers has not begun, I am weak, she is strong, but because I have no one to care for me, she is trapped here to deal with my mood swings and it is hard for her to see me in so much pain that tears fall from my eyes, and there is nothing she can do. She try's hard to make me take my meds, but the pain is so bad at that point that I feel like why am I forced to live like this, what is it that I have not done, why can't I just go home?
This is the way I see this, Do not make the mistake and take this anyway, but the way I write it. All my life, I have been told of this great God of yours, how he/she is suppose to love everyone here on this planet yet you stand there and tell me I am going to hell, that I am the devil himself, that your Gods does not love me, well here we are, either you are lying and have no clue who your god is or, that your God sucks, because if you are an image of your God, we've all lose anyway. You see, it does not matter how much you believe in something does not make it right. The way I see it is that your God really does love everyone, it is you that has the problems, not your God.
I have wings like an angel yet that does not make me one. What I am is all the hate and all the hurt that you can shove down someones throat till they cannot and will not stand for it anymore. I am that person that will tell you to your face that you are a fool and that you are nothing like your God.
You see, I remember when Jesus was carrying that cross on his shoulder and I remember the blood flowing down his face as the crown of thorns cut into his forehead. The pain that he had to endure for you was unbelievable, He was put here by the same God that you worship and respect, as The father and Creator of all of us, then why would you question his creations such as myself?
I do not walk with the Gods of our world, but I believe that I have been allowed the ability to write and speak out to stop the hatred and the discrimination against anyone for anything. I have chosen to carry that cross and my crown of thorns is the pain in my heart, Tell me about what is hurting you, allow me to help carry that cross, allow me to share your pain and I will shed your tears for you if I can.
Like many that have had a Dream and have died for that Dream. I am not crazy or am I mad, I have been shown the way that it needs to be before any of us can live with the love and understanding of others.
Like many before me, I am mad at myself because I am dying and I can not stop that, but it is not how I want to die. My idea of dying is being shoot or something standing up against hatred, I mean let me die for a cause for something that will make a difference, I am not a fool to stand in front of a man with a gun and challenge him when he feels he can disrespect me or anyone else for that matter, I will be the one to ask him if his gun is his balls and if he chooses to shoot me great, I have died for a cause, and his ass is grass. You see I am not afraid to die, it is how I will die that I am afraid of.
We are going into some changes in our lives right now and we are not sure how this will end, the thing is that all this, that is going on in my life, was not part of her life, because I have brought her into my life, it has cause some unrest between us, this is my battle that I have chosen to fight, I am the one that has been attacked over and over again and I am the one that has been chosen to say enough of your bullshit believes about what you think your God would do to me. I am not here to be judged by some 200 lbs dumb ass bitch or some redneck that picks his nose, What I am here for is to tell them that they have a problem themselves, don't judge anyone else.
The thing is I became just what I am fighting this weekend, I just wanted to tell everyone where they were wrong and that they needed to hear that from someone. I was angry at the whole flea market for what they done to us.
Sunday I was so hurt that I did not even want to go, but I had to, just for myself, I wanted to just sit there with a few things on my table and I put my writings there with my art work just to show people that I was not a bad person, that I had feelings and I cried some too. I was just going to tell them that I had nothing for sale except me. I wanted to see if there was anyone that would read what I write. Being hurt I would not speak, so they would read and just say that was ok, better good. I liked that, but the most heart-warming feedback was when a lady came with her husband but she always sat in the car, for some reason she got out and was looking around when she started reading and her husband was done, but she just kept on reading then told him that she like the writing, but said she did not know the writer, when I said it was me, she could not believe that someone like me would be able to write like that, because it was how her own son was feeling about his life, because he was gay, She than told me of him and that she felt what I wrote and that she would look at her own son with more open eyes. I cried and I was really touched because at the same time a friend had stopped to say hello and walked right into it, I told them that I was going to stop writing and going to the market, and they told me that what I write about would help others like myself and my friend, It may not help me, but If I can open just one door for someone to follow through in life then I have done what I am suppose to do.
You need to remember that if you feel what I do is a sin, then think about what you are doing to me, that is a greater sin. If I am wrong then let your God deal with me, you leave me that hell out of your life if you don't like me, because I am sure as hell going to leave you out of mine.
WRITTEN BY Bobbie Jean Chiasson
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY Southern Acts
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
TO MY LOVE
I have created this rose just for you.
I would like to share my life with you too.
I have come to find you to be true.
That is why I now share my love with you,
It does not matter if you are near or far,
I will always love you no matter where you are.
Never has anyone been so true to me,
As you have my dear, can't you see.
Because of you I live,
You have given all you can give.
You give a kindness and a love that is true.
That is why today I share my heart with you.
I vow to stand up tall,
To always love you all.
The thing that I love the best,
Is that you are different than the rest.
WRITTEN BY Bobby Jean Chiasson
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY Southern Acts and Music and more.
Voice's Of The Misfortunes, Mistress Jenna and Madame Jacqueline,Never Give Up
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
I have created this rose just for you.
I would like to share my life with you too.
I have come to find you to be true.
That is why I now share my love with you,
It does not matter if you are near or far,
I will always love you no matter where you are.
Never has anyone been so true to me,
As you have my dear, can't you see.
Because of you I live,
You have given all you can give.
You give a kindness and a love that is true.
That is why today I share my heart with you.
I vow to stand up tall,
To always love you all.
The thing that I love the best,
Is that you are different than the rest.
WRITTEN BY Bobby Jean Chiasson
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY Southern Acts and Music and more.
Voice's Of The Misfortunes, Mistress Jenna and Madame Jacqueline,Never Give Up
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
Mistress Jenna & Madame Jacqueline
Hi, today, like everyday, is a new wake up call. We have to get our ass up out of the nice big bed, just to have to deal with what life will shove down our throats today.
You may not have that problem in your life, because you are just a man or a woman. We are in the middle of being either one, so we have to get our heads and our minds thinking about the same things.
What will we ever, so wear today? That is what we ask ourselves everyday. You see we can be either one, or be both, at the same time,
Wait, no, no, we can’t do that.
That would make us cross dressers, we are not one of those guy’s that just dress once a year for the Gay Pride thing, but yet, maybe that is all we are to you, just guy’s in dress’s.
You see, that is how most people would look at us. Just another couple of men in dress’s. We are not just that, We are much more. We are human being’s with rights and the courage to step into our heels and march our ass right out there into their face’s.
I remember the days when my life was easy, I didn't have to deal with all the hate and hurt that I do now.
You know?
Just think of how easy it would be for me.
No stress,
No hate,
No Bullshit.
I could have every well just stayed as a male and went on with my life, that would have been the easy part, you would think, right. Well I am sorry to tell you that you are wrong, because I tried that for years, and I know for sure that I made the right choice.
Every time I look in my mirror I see the most Beautiful person that I could want to be. If for some reason I would look any other way,
I would not be me.
I am one of a kind,
I am the best that I can be,
At every thing I do.
Some times I too, sit here and wonder about God.
Is he really there for us?
When we pray?
Are we praying to him, or for our self, because we want something out of him?
I am not sure about what it is all about, but I do know that every one needs something or some one to believe in.
I have no doubt about life after death is real. I believe that the more you do to fill the hearts and feed the soul of others, you will live forever in the hearts and minds of all those that you have touched. Have you touched some one’s soul lately with a love that can not be topped by anything else? It does not have to be a mate in a relationship, maybe just a friend that is troubled by something they can not tell you because they are afraid that it will cost them the friendship.
I know what it is like to have, what I would have called my friends just walk right out of my life because I choose to show my true colors.
Think about this. All your life you have lived as a male, you have lots of friends, and you own your own business, then you wake up, and find yourself needing to be some one else, because the transgender side of you has awaken and you find yourself wanting to be a girl.
Well the first thing that will happen is that all those so
called friends will walk away from you, believe me they will. They will stop talking to you, then they will not want to be seen with you. They will not allow themselves the chance to get to know the softer side of you.
And why is that ?
Oh, yes, this is what it is all about. They will shun you all in the name of association. They will think that for some reason every one will think that you are gay just because you know us, that is so sad that people have to think like that.
You know something?
I can talk to a black person,
That will not make me black.
I can talk to a fool,
but that does not make me a fool.
Just because you know some one that is like me, does not make you a Shemale
It has taken me years to get to call myself a Shemale.
Lady’s and Gentlemen
I am The Queen of this world!
I have earned the right to make that claim.
I have paid my due’s.
I owe no man anything.
Today I share my life with a Transgender , named Madame Jacqueline, together we stand for the right to be Free and live as we choose to live, Men in mini skirts.
SOUTHERN ACTS ENTERPRISE
WRITTEN BY Bobbie Jean Chiasson
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY Southern Acts and Voice's Of The Misfortunes
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
SORRY I NEED TO PUT THIS HERE,
BUT YOU KNOW HOW I AM ABOUT SHARING MY WORK,
THAT IS ONLY FOR ME TO DO,
NOT YOU.
Hi, today, like everyday, is a new wake up call. We have to get our ass up out of the nice big bed, just to have to deal with what life will shove down our throats today.
You may not have that problem in your life, because you are just a man or a woman. We are in the middle of being either one, so we have to get our heads and our minds thinking about the same things.
What will we ever, so wear today? That is what we ask ourselves everyday. You see we can be either one, or be both, at the same time,
Wait, no, no, we can’t do that.
That would make us cross dressers, we are not one of those guy’s that just dress once a year for the Gay Pride thing, but yet, maybe that is all we are to you, just guy’s in dress’s.
You see, that is how most people would look at us. Just another couple of men in dress’s. We are not just that, We are much more. We are human being’s with rights and the courage to step into our heels and march our ass right out there into their face’s.
I remember the days when my life was easy, I didn't have to deal with all the hate and hurt that I do now.
You know?
Just think of how easy it would be for me.
No stress,
No hate,
No Bullshit.
I could have every well just stayed as a male and went on with my life, that would have been the easy part, you would think, right. Well I am sorry to tell you that you are wrong, because I tried that for years, and I know for sure that I made the right choice.
Every time I look in my mirror I see the most Beautiful person that I could want to be. If for some reason I would look any other way,
I would not be me.
I am one of a kind,
I am the best that I can be,
At every thing I do.
Some times I too, sit here and wonder about God.
Is he really there for us?
When we pray?
Are we praying to him, or for our self, because we want something out of him?
I am not sure about what it is all about, but I do know that every one needs something or some one to believe in.
I have no doubt about life after death is real. I believe that the more you do to fill the hearts and feed the soul of others, you will live forever in the hearts and minds of all those that you have touched. Have you touched some one’s soul lately with a love that can not be topped by anything else? It does not have to be a mate in a relationship, maybe just a friend that is troubled by something they can not tell you because they are afraid that it will cost them the friendship.
I know what it is like to have, what I would have called my friends just walk right out of my life because I choose to show my true colors.
Think about this. All your life you have lived as a male, you have lots of friends, and you own your own business, then you wake up, and find yourself needing to be some one else, because the transgender side of you has awaken and you find yourself wanting to be a girl.
Well the first thing that will happen is that all those so
called friends will walk away from you, believe me they will. They will stop talking to you, then they will not want to be seen with you. They will not allow themselves the chance to get to know the softer side of you.
And why is that ?
Oh, yes, this is what it is all about. They will shun you all in the name of association. They will think that for some reason every one will think that you are gay just because you know us, that is so sad that people have to think like that.
You know something?
I can talk to a black person,
That will not make me black.
I can talk to a fool,
but that does not make me a fool.
Just because you know some one that is like me, does not make you a Shemale
It has taken me years to get to call myself a Shemale.
Lady’s and Gentlemen
I am The Queen of this world!
I have earned the right to make that claim.
I have paid my due’s.
I owe no man anything.
Today I share my life with a Transgender , named Madame Jacqueline, together we stand for the right to be Free and live as we choose to live, Men in mini skirts.
SOUTHERN ACTS ENTERPRISE
WRITTEN BY Bobbie Jean Chiasson
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY Southern Acts and Voice's Of The Misfortunes
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
SORRY I NEED TO PUT THIS HERE,
BUT YOU KNOW HOW I AM ABOUT SHARING MY WORK,
THAT IS ONLY FOR ME TO DO,
NOT YOU.
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 Southern Acts
“MY LIFE AS IT IS TODAY”
My life as it is today, Tried ,but wanting to write, that is the thing about reality, I write when I feed that need to talk to you. I am sure that by now, if you are reading this you know me. And if it is your first time welcome aboard.
I am feeling some what down, I hurt so bad that it is hard just for me to sit here. I have taken my meds because I need to try and stay alive just a little longer, I believe that Your God keep's me here, as to show you the way. I feel that I am paying for the things that I have done wrong in my life. It is like I am living my Hell here on earth.
As I walk through my life I have had the opportunity to see many things, most of it was all bad. There is not a time that I can remember that was good, maybe the bad over whelmed it.
I have seen the hatred and the cruelty of what man can do. I have seen the damage that one person can do to another human being.
You ever allowed someone to take control of your life? I did that one time, I was living with this girl and life was good for the most time, I had to work like hell to get back on my feet after been sued and I lost a 100,000 dollar business because of the woman I had trusted for 12 years clean me out and took my son, and my best friend and ran off with everything we had, left me standing with nothing after 12 years of building a business, It only took 30 days to clean me out. Anyway
This girl and I lived together and shared a life for 5 years then things changed and I found myself dealing with someone else in my life. That was when
Bobbie Jean was born and she became part of my life.
My girlfriend said that she could see that some thing was wrong and that she was going to help me. She got me some new clothes and showed me what it was like to dress as a woman and I loved the feeling that I got from doing this and realized that I was there all the time, now I was free and I love becoming Bobbie Jean and she was becoming part of who I am here today. The problem was to dress like that I was not allowed out of our home, not for any reason at all. After two years of never going anywhere and just being at home cleaning and cooking and taking care of my son which was only 3 years old and he called me Mom, because he never saw her anymore, because she wanted to work and when she came home the boy was to be in bed and her food on the table. She would make me serve her and when she was done eating, she demanded a drink with some music so I could dance for her and then we would make love, her as a male using me as a female. Making me happy for that time, yet I wanted out, I wanted to go out in public. I begged her to take me some where just to sit and drink a cup of coffee, I needed to bloom and show my true colors, then the shit hit the fan when I ran away and went out in public dressed up. Life changed that day for me, because now she did not want me anymore , I had become a embarrassment to her now, I could not dress anymore I was shut down. The next 5 years where like a nightmare straight from Hell and I was in the middle of it all. I had become her ticket to a check, because she want to prove that I was Crazy, because of what she had started and I could not stop. After checking me out and finding that the only thing that was wrong with me was that I was a woman born in a mans body and need to be set free, there was nothing crazy about that. When they told her that, then she no longer need me, so I had to go. Five years of being called names and treated like a piece of shit, I finally found the strength that I needed to walk away from her. Bobby Jean stood up and said that there was no more of that man left in her and it was over between them. I started my life as it is today, I stopped dressing as a man that day and I have never dressed like that again.
I lost everything in my life that day, my son my family and my Mom, yet I still would welcome them with open arms , but they don't want to be around someone like me, they say that there is no one in their family called Bobby Jean and they did not know me. Well Today My real Name is Bobbie Jean Chiasson and I an very proud to be her. I have won my life, yet why am I not a Happy Camper, as Madame Jacqueline would say. Life is real here today.
Here's the thing that I deal with and This I am not proud of, yet because of the way my life has been, I now treat Jacqueline the same way, she is my love yet I have hurt her and I have shut her life down just so she can sit here and take care of me, because now I am the one needing help, I am the one that has en caged her here like an animal, not allowing her to be herself, to find her self. I have shut down her true colors, so I am no better than the girlfriend that hurt me so, now I hurt her and I am wrong for trying to control what she does or thinks, She is a beautiful creature and I am true Blessed to have her here with me, Only thing is that maybe she does not want to be here, yet she cares more for me than she does her own life, That is called love, That is called a friends, that is called a Human being, because she has put my life above her own, she I my true Angel and She is the Love of my life.
My life is coming to an end and all I can do now is see if there is some way to show her that I was wrong and that I am truly sorry for what I did and that I will be glad when that day comes and I can set her Free so she can fly like an Angel. I well miss her when I am gone, I can Only hope that she remembers some of the good times together, because I will never forget her.
I guest I should go for now
LOVE YOU ALL
WRITTEN BY Bobbie Jean Chiasson
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY Southern Acts
My life as it is today, Tried ,but wanting to write, that is the thing about reality, I write when I feed that need to talk to you. I am sure that by now, if you are reading this you know me. And if it is your first time welcome aboard.
I am feeling some what down, I hurt so bad that it is hard just for me to sit here. I have taken my meds because I need to try and stay alive just a little longer, I believe that Your God keep's me here, as to show you the way. I feel that I am paying for the things that I have done wrong in my life. It is like I am living my Hell here on earth.
As I walk through my life I have had the opportunity to see many things, most of it was all bad. There is not a time that I can remember that was good, maybe the bad over whelmed it.
I have seen the hatred and the cruelty of what man can do. I have seen the damage that one person can do to another human being.
You ever allowed someone to take control of your life? I did that one time, I was living with this girl and life was good for the most time, I had to work like hell to get back on my feet after been sued and I lost a 100,000 dollar business because of the woman I had trusted for 12 years clean me out and took my son, and my best friend and ran off with everything we had, left me standing with nothing after 12 years of building a business, It only took 30 days to clean me out. Anyway
This girl and I lived together and shared a life for 5 years then things changed and I found myself dealing with someone else in my life. That was when
Bobbie Jean was born and she became part of my life.
My girlfriend said that she could see that some thing was wrong and that she was going to help me. She got me some new clothes and showed me what it was like to dress as a woman and I loved the feeling that I got from doing this and realized that I was there all the time, now I was free and I love becoming Bobbie Jean and she was becoming part of who I am here today. The problem was to dress like that I was not allowed out of our home, not for any reason at all. After two years of never going anywhere and just being at home cleaning and cooking and taking care of my son which was only 3 years old and he called me Mom, because he never saw her anymore, because she wanted to work and when she came home the boy was to be in bed and her food on the table. She would make me serve her and when she was done eating, she demanded a drink with some music so I could dance for her and then we would make love, her as a male using me as a female. Making me happy for that time, yet I wanted out, I wanted to go out in public. I begged her to take me some where just to sit and drink a cup of coffee, I needed to bloom and show my true colors, then the shit hit the fan when I ran away and went out in public dressed up. Life changed that day for me, because now she did not want me anymore , I had become a embarrassment to her now, I could not dress anymore I was shut down. The next 5 years where like a nightmare straight from Hell and I was in the middle of it all. I had become her ticket to a check, because she want to prove that I was Crazy, because of what she had started and I could not stop. After checking me out and finding that the only thing that was wrong with me was that I was a woman born in a mans body and need to be set free, there was nothing crazy about that. When they told her that, then she no longer need me, so I had to go. Five years of being called names and treated like a piece of shit, I finally found the strength that I needed to walk away from her. Bobby Jean stood up and said that there was no more of that man left in her and it was over between them. I started my life as it is today, I stopped dressing as a man that day and I have never dressed like that again.
I lost everything in my life that day, my son my family and my Mom, yet I still would welcome them with open arms , but they don't want to be around someone like me, they say that there is no one in their family called Bobby Jean and they did not know me. Well Today My real Name is Bobbie Jean Chiasson and I an very proud to be her. I have won my life, yet why am I not a Happy Camper, as Madame Jacqueline would say. Life is real here today.
Here's the thing that I deal with and This I am not proud of, yet because of the way my life has been, I now treat Jacqueline the same way, she is my love yet I have hurt her and I have shut her life down just so she can sit here and take care of me, because now I am the one needing help, I am the one that has en caged her here like an animal, not allowing her to be herself, to find her self. I have shut down her true colors, so I am no better than the girlfriend that hurt me so, now I hurt her and I am wrong for trying to control what she does or thinks, She is a beautiful creature and I am true Blessed to have her here with me, Only thing is that maybe she does not want to be here, yet she cares more for me than she does her own life, That is called love, That is called a friends, that is called a Human being, because she has put my life above her own, she I my true Angel and She is the Love of my life.
My life is coming to an end and all I can do now is see if there is some way to show her that I was wrong and that I am truly sorry for what I did and that I will be glad when that day comes and I can set her Free so she can fly like an Angel. I well miss her when I am gone, I can Only hope that she remembers some of the good times together, because I will never forget her.
I guest I should go for now
LOVE YOU ALL
WRITTEN BY Bobbie Jean Chiasson
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY Southern Acts
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
"YOUR LIGHT SHINES ON ME"
Never before have I seen the light so bright,
As you are shining so tonight.
I have found you showing love to me,
Yet, like a fool I did not see.
You filled my heart with your smile,
Yet all I could do was make you cry.
Not sure why I do that to you.
You have always just been true.
Your love shines down on me from above,
You do know, that you are all I think of.
It is not for me to see,
Just to know that you really are to be.
I ask myself if I believe in you,
Yet I am not sure that I even know you.
They say that you are in the Heavens above,
Yet some how I do not show my love.
It is plain to see,
That you really do love just me.
I am sorry that I have hurt you,
My Love I now give my life to Thee.
THE RELATIONSHIP THAT I HAVE HAD WITH MY FRIEND, AS BEEN A HARD AND TRYING ONE. NOT LIKE YOU WOULD HAVE, BECAUSE WE ARE DIFFERENT AND OUR LIFE'S HAD ALREADY BEEN SET TO WAYS, NOW WE TRY TO SHARE WHAT WE HAVE TOGETHER. I WAS ONE THAT JUDGED HER, BECAUSE I CALLED MYSELF PROTECTING HER, I HAVE BEEN THIS WAY FOR A LIFE TIME AND I HAVE SEEN WHAT THE HURT CAN DO. I HAVE FELT THAT PAIN AND I HAVE HAD TO DEAL WITH THAT HATRED FROM THE SAME PEOPLE THAT WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH RIGHT HERE IN OUR HOME TOWN. I AM LUCKIER THAN SHE WAS, BECAUSE I WAS BORN IN LOUISIANA AND THERE IN NEW ORLEANS THINGS ARE JUST A LITTLE MORE OPEN MINDED THEN HERE IN SOUTH GA.
I GUEST YOU ASK YOURSELF WHY DO I STAY HERE,
WELL SOMETIMES WE ARE PUT SOMEWHERE FOR A PURPOSE ,
AND I FEEL LIKE THIS IS WHERE I WILL DIE STANDING UP FOR ANYONE THAT IS DIFFERENT, NOT JUST ME.
SORRY I NEED TO PUT THIS HERE,
BUT YOU KNOW HOW I AM ABOUT SHARING MY WORK,
THAT IS ONLY FOR ME TO DO,
NOT YOU.
IF YOU ARE MY FRIEND,
YOU WILL UNDERSTAND
THAT WHAT I WRITE IS FOR THE FEW.
LOVE YOU ALL
WRITTEN BY Bobby Jean Chiasson
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY
Southern Acts AND
THE Voice's Of The Misfortunes
Never before have I seen the light so bright,
As you are shining so tonight.
I have found you showing love to me,
Yet, like a fool I did not see.
You filled my heart with your smile,
Yet all I could do was make you cry.
Not sure why I do that to you.
You have always just been true.
Your love shines down on me from above,
You do know, that you are all I think of.
It is not for me to see,
Just to know that you really are to be.
I ask myself if I believe in you,
Yet I am not sure that I even know you.
They say that you are in the Heavens above,
Yet some how I do not show my love.
It is plain to see,
That you really do love just me.
I am sorry that I have hurt you,
My Love I now give my life to Thee.
THE RELATIONSHIP THAT I HAVE HAD WITH MY FRIEND, AS BEEN A HARD AND TRYING ONE. NOT LIKE YOU WOULD HAVE, BECAUSE WE ARE DIFFERENT AND OUR LIFE'S HAD ALREADY BEEN SET TO WAYS, NOW WE TRY TO SHARE WHAT WE HAVE TOGETHER. I WAS ONE THAT JUDGED HER, BECAUSE I CALLED MYSELF PROTECTING HER, I HAVE BEEN THIS WAY FOR A LIFE TIME AND I HAVE SEEN WHAT THE HURT CAN DO. I HAVE FELT THAT PAIN AND I HAVE HAD TO DEAL WITH THAT HATRED FROM THE SAME PEOPLE THAT WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH RIGHT HERE IN OUR HOME TOWN. I AM LUCKIER THAN SHE WAS, BECAUSE I WAS BORN IN LOUISIANA AND THERE IN NEW ORLEANS THINGS ARE JUST A LITTLE MORE OPEN MINDED THEN HERE IN SOUTH GA.
I GUEST YOU ASK YOURSELF WHY DO I STAY HERE,
WELL SOMETIMES WE ARE PUT SOMEWHERE FOR A PURPOSE ,
AND I FEEL LIKE THIS IS WHERE I WILL DIE STANDING UP FOR ANYONE THAT IS DIFFERENT, NOT JUST ME.
SORRY I NEED TO PUT THIS HERE,
BUT YOU KNOW HOW I AM ABOUT SHARING MY WORK,
THAT IS ONLY FOR ME TO DO,
NOT YOU.
IF YOU ARE MY FRIEND,
YOU WILL UNDERSTAND
THAT WHAT I WRITE IS FOR THE FEW.
LOVE YOU ALL
WRITTEN BY Bobby Jean Chiasson
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY
Southern Acts AND
THE Voice's Of The Misfortunes
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 Southern Acts
IF ONLY YOU COULD SEE THE BEAUTY IN ME.
TODAY IS JUST ABOUT OVER AND THE DAY IS DONE.
I SIT AT MY WINDOW AND WRITE A TAIL OF A WORM THAT WAS AFRAID OF WHAT IT MIGHT BECOME.
IT TRULY BELIEVED THAT THERE WAS NO BEAUTY IN IT'S LIFE BECAUSE IT WAS JUST A WORM, I MEAN WHAT HAS A WORM TO DO ALL DAY BUT EAT LEAVES AND CRAWL ALL OVER EVERYTHING.
WHAT THE WORM DID NOT KNOW WAS THAT THERE WAS A BEAUTIFUL WORLD COMING FOR IT. THERE WOULD BE COLOR, FROM THE MOST HIGH.
THE GIFT THAT THE CREATOR HAS GIVEN THIS WORM WAS THE ABILITY TO TRANSFORM ITSELF INTO A BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY.
WE AS HUMANS HAVE THAT SAME GIFT, BUT OURS COMES FROM WITH IN OURSELF S. WE ARE WHAT THE CREATOR WANTS US TO BE. WE SHINE IN OUR OWN WAY.
I THINK I NEED TO TALK ABOUT WHAT I SAW TODAY, I NEED TO SHOW YOU WHAT I MEAN WHEN SOMEONE FEELS THAT THEY NEED TO SAY WHAT THEY FEEL. I WAS SITTING AT A RED LIGHT AND THERE WAS A LAWMAN, IN THE ROAD STOPPING THE CARS, BECAUSE SOMEONE WAS BEING PLANTED. ANYWAY I LOOKED AT THAT MAN AND I JUST HAD TO SAY, WTF IS THAT, THIS OFFICERS WAS ABOUT 200 LBS. OVER WHAT I WOULD SEE IN MY HEAD WHAT A LAWMAN SHOULD LOOK LIKE, WELL THIS GUY JUST BLEW MY MIND, NOW I SIT HERE AND THINK ABOUT WHAT I DID AND THAT IS JUST WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE ALLOW THAT HATRED AND CRUELTY TO COME OUT IN US. I DID NOT KNOW WHY HE WAS LIKE THAT, BUT IT IS NOT FOR ME TO KNOW, OR TO UNDERSTAND.
I HAVE FOR THE MOST PART HAD A HARD LIFE, WHICH BRINGS ME HERE. IF I HAD , HAD A GOOD LIFE I JUST MIGHT NOT BE HERE TODAY WRITING ON THIS WALL FOR THE WORLD TO SEE.
I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE DIFFERENT THAN ME, I AM AFRAID OF YOU BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU THINK OF ME. I AM A HUMAN BEING AND THE LAST TIME I CHECKED IT DID NOT SAY
(MADE IN HELL)
PEOPLE, THERE IS SO MUCH COLOR OUT THERE,
OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE THE BEAUTY IN ME.
THANK YOU FOR BEING RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, BECAUSE TODAY IS YOUR DAY TO SHINE ON.
LOVE YOU ALL
WRITTEN BY BOBBY JEAN
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY
SOUTHERN ACTS
AND
THE VOICE'S OF THE MISFORTUNES.
TODAY IS JUST ABOUT OVER AND THE DAY IS DONE.
I SIT AT MY WINDOW AND WRITE A TAIL OF A WORM THAT WAS AFRAID OF WHAT IT MIGHT BECOME.
IT TRULY BELIEVED THAT THERE WAS NO BEAUTY IN IT'S LIFE BECAUSE IT WAS JUST A WORM, I MEAN WHAT HAS A WORM TO DO ALL DAY BUT EAT LEAVES AND CRAWL ALL OVER EVERYTHING.
WHAT THE WORM DID NOT KNOW WAS THAT THERE WAS A BEAUTIFUL WORLD COMING FOR IT. THERE WOULD BE COLOR, FROM THE MOST HIGH.
THE GIFT THAT THE CREATOR HAS GIVEN THIS WORM WAS THE ABILITY TO TRANSFORM ITSELF INTO A BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY.
WE AS HUMANS HAVE THAT SAME GIFT, BUT OURS COMES FROM WITH IN OURSELF S. WE ARE WHAT THE CREATOR WANTS US TO BE. WE SHINE IN OUR OWN WAY.
I THINK I NEED TO TALK ABOUT WHAT I SAW TODAY, I NEED TO SHOW YOU WHAT I MEAN WHEN SOMEONE FEELS THAT THEY NEED TO SAY WHAT THEY FEEL. I WAS SITTING AT A RED LIGHT AND THERE WAS A LAWMAN, IN THE ROAD STOPPING THE CARS, BECAUSE SOMEONE WAS BEING PLANTED. ANYWAY I LOOKED AT THAT MAN AND I JUST HAD TO SAY, WTF IS THAT, THIS OFFICERS WAS ABOUT 200 LBS. OVER WHAT I WOULD SEE IN MY HEAD WHAT A LAWMAN SHOULD LOOK LIKE, WELL THIS GUY JUST BLEW MY MIND, NOW I SIT HERE AND THINK ABOUT WHAT I DID AND THAT IS JUST WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE ALLOW THAT HATRED AND CRUELTY TO COME OUT IN US. I DID NOT KNOW WHY HE WAS LIKE THAT, BUT IT IS NOT FOR ME TO KNOW, OR TO UNDERSTAND.
I HAVE FOR THE MOST PART HAD A HARD LIFE, WHICH BRINGS ME HERE. IF I HAD , HAD A GOOD LIFE I JUST MIGHT NOT BE HERE TODAY WRITING ON THIS WALL FOR THE WORLD TO SEE.
I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE DIFFERENT THAN ME, I AM AFRAID OF YOU BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU THINK OF ME. I AM A HUMAN BEING AND THE LAST TIME I CHECKED IT DID NOT SAY
(MADE IN HELL)
PEOPLE, THERE IS SO MUCH COLOR OUT THERE,
OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE THE BEAUTY IN ME.
THANK YOU FOR BEING RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, BECAUSE TODAY IS YOUR DAY TO SHINE ON.
LOVE YOU ALL
WRITTEN BY BOBBY JEAN
SOLELY FOR THE USE BY
SOUTHERN ACTS
AND
THE VOICE'S OF THE MISFORTUNES.
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
TRUE COLOR
All my life I have the seen different colors and I have learned to enjoy them. Most people never get that, they don't understand that every race has it's true colors. If you look back in time, you will see what I mean, It does not matter where you came from, there where colors .
I was one of those that were lucky enough to grow up in a time in this country when color really was at stake here. You could get hung for being the wrong color, you were separated by color, in everything that you did. No, you can not talk to him or her, not because they were bad, only because they were a different color. I would stand there everyday and say the Pledge A Legions To -A- Flag that was red ,white, and blue, when I was not allowed to talk to another American citizen because she was a different color, excuse me, but as a child living in a foster home working as a slave, along side this child of a different color, she was my friend, I set in her home, and drink coffee with her family, what was so different about that ?
Correct if I am wrong, but is it not true that if one is born on American soil, one is an American? She was born here just like I was, so I began then to have this problem that I face everyday.
I will soon be 62 years old and I still see the hatred from one another about colors, “ When Will We Ever Learn “. mm seems like I heard that somewhere in my life time? Yes, when will we ever learn?
Like a flower just wanting to bloom we are. There is an enter beauty that can not be shut down, that can not be stopped, shine on, to fill your true colors, as we walk through this life, only to be as that flower, we blooming for the world to see.
I can not see the future, yet I am no fool. I know that if we continue to see each others as being different for what ever reasons then, yes we are screwed. If we have been making the same mistake for so long and it is still not working for us, then maybe we just might need to change something about our way of thinking, because this just ain't working.
Myself, I love colors, I watched a movie called “ Color Me Purple, starring Whoopee Goldberg and I never got that out of my head, real touching movie. I have never understood why we feel that need to judge someone because of their true colors, The way I see this is if your an asshole, it really does not matter what color you are, you are still just an asshole, lol. Get it ? You don't have to be a different color for that, trust me.
I have been lucky enough to have travel around the world, seeing the true colors of many cu-trues, and I am proud to say they it was an awesome ride for me. I know that I can not live long enough to see the real change that will come in the end, but just maybe one day we can all just be one color, one race, one man kind, called the Human Race, because that is what the creator had in mine when we were created.
We where given the knowledge to overcome anything such as
TRUE COLORS....
Thank you For being colorful.
Written by Bobby Jean
With a Dream,
solely for the use by
“Southern Acts” and “The Voice's of the Misfortunes.”
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 Southern Acts
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All my life I have the seen different colors and I have learned to enjoy them. Most people never get that, they don't understand that every race has it's true colors. If you look back in time, you will see what I mean, It does not matter where you came from, there where colors .
I was one of those that were lucky enough to grow up in a time in this country when color really was at stake here. You could get hung for being the wrong color, you were separated by color, in everything that you did. No, you can not talk to him or her, not because they were bad, only because they were a different color. I would stand there everyday and say the Pledge A Legions To -A- Flag that was red ,white, and blue, when I was not allowed to talk to another American citizen because she was a different color, excuse me, but as a child living in a foster home working as a slave, along side this child of a different color, she was my friend, I set in her home, and drink coffee with her family, what was so different about that ?
Correct if I am wrong, but is it not true that if one is born on American soil, one is an American? She was born here just like I was, so I began then to have this problem that I face everyday.
I will soon be 62 years old and I still see the hatred from one another about colors, “ When Will We Ever Learn “. mm seems like I heard that somewhere in my life time? Yes, when will we ever learn?
Like a flower just wanting to bloom we are. There is an enter beauty that can not be shut down, that can not be stopped, shine on, to fill your true colors, as we walk through this life, only to be as that flower, we blooming for the world to see.
I can not see the future, yet I am no fool. I know that if we continue to see each others as being different for what ever reasons then, yes we are screwed. If we have been making the same mistake for so long and it is still not working for us, then maybe we just might need to change something about our way of thinking, because this just ain't working.
Myself, I love colors, I watched a movie called “ Color Me Purple, starring Whoopee Goldberg and I never got that out of my head, real touching movie. I have never understood why we feel that need to judge someone because of their true colors, The way I see this is if your an asshole, it really does not matter what color you are, you are still just an asshole, lol. Get it ? You don't have to be a different color for that, trust me.
I have been lucky enough to have travel around the world, seeing the true colors of many cu-trues, and I am proud to say they it was an awesome ride for me. I know that I can not live long enough to see the real change that will come in the end, but just maybe one day we can all just be one color, one race, one man kind, called the Human Race, because that is what the creator had in mine when we were created.
We where given the knowledge to overcome anything such as
TRUE COLORS....
Thank you For being colorful.
Written by Bobby Jean
With a Dream,
solely for the use by
“Southern Acts” and “The Voice's of the Misfortunes.”
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 Southern Acts
You do not have our permission to share this Southern Acts
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"The Evening As Come"
As I walk alone the shore ,
I am waiting for you to knock on my door.
I you have in my dreams,
But wishing your were here it seems.
You have been in my life,
Only wishing you could be my wife.
For me , my time is pass,
But the Love I have for you will always last.
It is for you, that I am true,
But sometimes ,even I don't know what to do.
Your love comes to me from afar,
Yet I will always Love no matter where you are.
written by Bobbie Jean for the VOICE'S OF THE MISFORTUNES
As I walk alone the shore ,
I am waiting for you to knock on my door.
I you have in my dreams,
But wishing your were here it seems.
You have been in my life,
Only wishing you could be my wife.
For me , my time is pass,
But the Love I have for you will always last.
It is for you, that I am true,
But sometimes ,even I don't know what to do.
Your love comes to me from afar,
Yet I will always Love no matter where you are.
written by Bobbie Jean for the VOICE'S OF THE MISFORTUNES
"DIFFERENT"
IS NOT A CHOICE THAT WE ALL GET TO MAKE.
Sometimes being different is something that we are born with, not everyone is born to look like you. In every body's eyes they are what we should all look like.
I have seen what being different gets you. When you see a child being laughed at because they are fat, or thin ,large or small,
it's you that they are laughing , it is only the body that you are in.
It is not what makes you,.......YOU.
The true part of what you are is with-in you.
When I look into my mirror I see me,
because that is what I want to see. not you. I am my worse judge, because I will never leave my home looking like anyone else but me.
Sometimes we can not change what makes us different because we were born that way. I know that it is hard to do sometimes, but you need to get the strength that you have with-in your heart and soul. Being different its the Gift that your God as given those of us that are. We have it with-in our selves to be the best different that we can be, I say now I am different than you, because I have made that choose. Sure I could just get up and dress as a Man, but I would not be happy.
The other day, there was a video that some asshole had taken while they were at a bar. The video was about a a young man that was trying so hard to dance. He was in his own little world, not knowing that the person that was taking the video was going to post it on YouTube .
Well everyone was laughing and making fun of the tap.
The young man was a child in a grown up world, it was his Birthday and he just wanted to dance.
I so much wanted to stop this from happen, but I was not there, what of the fools that were there, why did they not stop what was going to happen, or were they just laughing to,
I thank you all for reading what I write, I am nothing more then a messager from what I believe God is, and that is Love and understanding of all human beings, not just the ones that look like you.
written by Bobby Jean
I have a Dream.
IS NOT A CHOICE THAT WE ALL GET TO MAKE.
Sometimes being different is something that we are born with, not everyone is born to look like you. In every body's eyes they are what we should all look like.
I have seen what being different gets you. When you see a child being laughed at because they are fat, or thin ,large or small,
it's you that they are laughing , it is only the body that you are in.
It is not what makes you,.......YOU.
The true part of what you are is with-in you.
When I look into my mirror I see me,
because that is what I want to see. not you. I am my worse judge, because I will never leave my home looking like anyone else but me.
Sometimes we can not change what makes us different because we were born that way. I know that it is hard to do sometimes, but you need to get the strength that you have with-in your heart and soul. Being different its the Gift that your God as given those of us that are. We have it with-in our selves to be the best different that we can be, I say now I am different than you, because I have made that choose. Sure I could just get up and dress as a Man, but I would not be happy.
The other day, there was a video that some asshole had taken while they were at a bar. The video was about a a young man that was trying so hard to dance. He was in his own little world, not knowing that the person that was taking the video was going to post it on YouTube .
Well everyone was laughing and making fun of the tap.
The young man was a child in a grown up world, it was his Birthday and he just wanted to dance.
I so much wanted to stop this from happen, but I was not there, what of the fools that were there, why did they not stop what was going to happen, or were they just laughing to,
I thank you all for reading what I write, I am nothing more then a messager from what I believe God is, and that is Love and understanding of all human beings, not just the ones that look like you.
written by Bobby Jean
I have a Dream.
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Can We Sit And Talk ?
Do you come here often or is today your first time here? I come here a lot when I need to write something. It must be the air here, so soft and clean. The sun shines lightly between the leaves on the trees, with a hint of sparking glow that lights up the ground. The breezes is gently blowing, just enough to move your hair ever so softly., and the smell, mm, yes the flowers are in full bloom. I have watched you. You are an interesting person, there is something about you that takes my breath. Your glow, re-minds me of that sun shine with that sparkle in your eyes, you are that breath of clean air that I breath, And your touch is that gentle breeze that touches me. You are that smell in my life, like a rose that blooms anew every day. It is you that brings that joy into my life and it is you that makes it all worth living for. I am only sorry that I have found you so late in my life. I am afraid that there is not much left of me to share. I have been alone for so long that just to sit with you here is more then I could have ever asked for. Because of you I do what it is I do, my witting , my art, it is all just for you. You have shown me the Beauty in life itself, and as I know there will never be anyone else. Because of you I live just one more day, I take just one more step. Because of you I am here. For the love that I get from you my dear. Sometimes I get a little carried away, but it is how I feel about you today. You are very special to me, You are my sun shine and the wine that I drink. You are the most beautiful person I know, and I will always love you so. It is because of your difference that draws me to you. Because being different makes You , You. The Beauty that I see before me is you. Thank you. Written by Bobby Jean With a Dream, solely for the use by “Southern Acts” and “The Voice's of the Misfortunes.” 
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