The Breakfast Show with Marisha LaShay

#12 Where It All Began !


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Ezra 3:11-With praise and thanksgiving they sang to the Lord:
“He is good; his love toward Israel endures forever.And all the people gave a great shout of praise to the Lord, because the foundation of the house of the Lord was laid.
Final Song 05/19/21
Idea of conducting an interview in an intimate setting of course.
Marisha LaShay : Thank you for taking this time to conduct this interview on me Ms. Bria!
Final Poem with the change of the idea 05/30/21 Marisha Lashay finished and at 6:48
Where it all began !!!!
This is my time and on my dime
I am in the spotlight
And i putting my best foot forward
Day and night
Pedal to the medal
Pen to paper
Making the words formulate in my brain
Its like God making it rain
A rainy day use to make me sad as kid
Because that meant we were in the house
And our imagination sprung into action
and we began the understanding of the bigger depths of an imagination
It was incredible sensation
Taking the reality of the situation and making it fun
And later eating lunch with a hotdog in a bun
Along with chips and juice
And then we were back and it was like we pressed pause
And it was the very cause of feeding our bodies
But this experience was about feeding our minds and taking
This experience to the next level and it was something new
And i was didnt understand at the time
And as I am sitting here writing this rhyme,
Age gets better with time
And the things you didnt understand as a kid
You sit back and learn and gauge back to those memories and experiences
To learn and understand the younger me
And how it has shaped and molded you into who are becoming
And how others see
Not the external but the internal wiring of your mind
And the connection to the past and the present
Because of this poem I want to share my beginning
It all began on the little house on 83rd and Merrill
My mother bought home a baby girl
I am Marisha Lashay Morris
Oldest of three
I am happy as can be
No worries or concerns
Except when I would i get my new toy
That was advertised on tv
I was watching those commercials
Like the dope boy watching for 12
Or hugging the block
I had those commercials on lock
And i knew that back then Barbie was my best friend
And there was no points of an end
I had to have every last one of them
And the accessories too
I had the house and car
I had the fancy clothes
This fantasy world became my reality
I was the only child
Until five years later
Things got greater
Well not exactly because
Responsibility was knocking at the door
And I didn't realize until i became older
My true job description of being the older sister
That means you are the second protector
When mom is gone and out of reach
You are ears to hear and guard yourself and your sister
You are the hands that take the stand among wrong and right
You are the next in line
Everything is on your command
And knowing that every demand must be matched
Daddy coming to the stage in my life
I couldn’t believe that this is actually happening
I have prayed to see the days that I would meet my other half
That other contributor of my existence in life
I knew that there was more to me
And i am wondering what my life would turn out to be
If i experienced the other parent and learned and understood his ways
And what he had to say, how the narrative would change
I had always heard that i was unwanted, but later on the narrative changed
The truths were starting to bleed like a stain on a shirt, coming through
Because it was obvious that there were missing pieces to the puzzle
There was some confusion and some hurt
Some young children experiencing adult like behavior
And unhealed trauma and deceit
They were riding on an invisible carpet but this isn't about my parents
This is all about me and where it began.
I was under care of another guy that i once called dad
And the sad part, he damaged me in a physical way
Not rape or anything crazy, i was beat
Beat like a drum, and isolated from other
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