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The Writings of Marian A. Yancey
The Writings of Marian A. Yancey
The Writings of Marian A. Yancey
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The Writings of Marian A. Yancey

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A collection of life events through the author’s perception of their environment.

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Release dateSep 19, 2023
ISBN9798886857566
The Writings of Marian A. Yancey

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    The Writings of Marian A. Yancey - Marian A. Yancey

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    The Writings of Marian A. Yancey

    Marian A. Yancey

    ISBN 979-8-88685-755-9 (paperback)

    ISBN 979-8-88685-756-6 (digital)

    Copyright © 2023 by Marian A. Yancey

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher. For permission requests, solicit the publisher via the address below.

    Christian Faith Publishing

    832 Park Avenue

    Meadville, PA 16335

    www.christianfaithpublishing.com

    Printed in the United States of America

    Table of Contents

    To my fallen warriors and ancestors in the struggle: Shareef Makail, Fuquan, Russell, Pooh, and Andre. My mother, Phyllis Yancey, and my father, Richard Yancey; my grandmothers Rosa D. Yancey and Callie Mae Haskins; my grandfather Jake Yancey; my favorite uncle Joe; and my brother, Russell Yancey (he was excellent). May all of you be resting in peace. In the holy name of Jesus.

    Life before Newark, New jersey

    Hope

    Anniversary Song

    Haikus

    A Rap Session

    Friends

    The Dream

    Danger Zone

    Forever

    I Remember

    Cycle

    Question and Answer

    Sorrow, My

    Description

    Reminiscing

    I'm a Phony

    That's an Order!

    Give a Toast

    Denouement

    Wild Stallion

    What I can't touch

    How I See Myself

    How I See My Neighborhood

    The World Outside

    The Past

    Just looking

    Sightseeing

    A Plead

    Question and Answer

    Letting Go

    If

    How?

    One way

    A Secret to Remember

    Confused

    Hey, Love

    Dedication to a Superstar (Jermaine Jackson)

    The Way It Is

    Can You?

    A Desire

    Don't

    Knowledge

    Rambling

    Eternity

    Ticktock

    Remembrance of Me

    Operation Freeze

    Even

    A Quick Thought

    My Love

    Untitled

    Haiku

    Untitled

    Phases

    Flyin'

    Really Living in Newark, New Jersey

    Colors

    Portrait of Myself

    Hauntings

    Poem

    Death of a musician (Pied Piper)

    Reflections

    About the Author

    To my fallen warriors and ancestors in the struggle: Shareef Makail, Fuquan, Russell, Pooh, and Andre. My mother, Phyllis Yancey, and my father, Richard Yancey; my grandmothers Rosa D. Yancey and Callie Mae Haskins; my grandfather Jake Yancey; my favorite uncle Joe; and my brother, Russell Yancey (he was excellent). May all of you be resting in peace. In the holy name of Jesus.

    Life before Newark, New jersey

    Ma.

    While browsing through the aisles of a Dollar General store, I came upon a special soap that indicated no additives and claimed to be 100 percent pure. The wrapping and the name of the soap caught my eye. It said, Granma's Soap. This soap looked so familiar to me. I felt compelled to pick it up and smell it. The smell was so familiar. I am not a psychologist; however, that soap triggered loving memories of Ma, my grandmother Mrs. Rosa D. Yancey. It suddenly occurred to me that my grandmother used to make this soap in her kitchen on our farm in Buffalo Junction, Virginia. I read the ingredients which were mainly lye. Suddenly, I remembered that my grandmother called her soap lye soap. Yes, this was the same soap. Only God knows how many times I was washed with that soap. I naturally carried the soap to the register and paid for it.

    Later, after using the soap, I sadly remembered Ma; this was the special name for my grandmother who had raised me from a baby. My parents had moved to New Jersey when I was a baby in search of work. Rumor has it that my grandmother wanted to keep me. This was during a period in history called the northern migration. This was a period when numerous African Americans left the south in search of work and a better life in the north, escaping oppression and Jim Crow in the south. The saying It's the little things in life that count is

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