Deceived but not Destroyed
Book Description
The sequel to the original novel Bruised but Not Broken, is a memorable, unflinching, journey of healing and redemption across generations of misrepresentations.
Bleu didn’t realize that her life would become psychologically multifaceted, after Tamela’s death.
But nothing is easy when you're trying to uncover the truth and learning about the devastating lives that have been oppressed throughout your lineage, while trying to protect the ones that you love. Everything she thought she knew about herself, was now a mere glimpse of a factious character, from one of her favorite novels.
But she isn’t alone in this.
Manda and Savannah endured the after hell that Bleu experienced, knowing true family and sisterhood was hard to come by – they needed her, as much as she needed them. Travel with Bleu as she finds out who she is and where she belongs, no happily-ever-after for a badass like her.
Bleu didn’t realize that her life would become psychologically multifaceted, after Tamela’s death.
But nothing is easy when you're trying to uncover the truth and learning about the devastating lives that have been oppressed throughout your lineage, while trying to protect the ones that you love. Everything she thought she knew about herself, was now a mere glimpse of a factious character, from one of her favorite novels.
But she isn’t alone in this.
Manda and Savannah endured the after hell that Bleu experienced, knowing true family and sisterhood was hard to come by – they needed her, as much as she needed them. Travel with Bleu as she finds out who she is and where she belongs, no happily-ever-after for a badass like her.
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Bruised but not Broken
Book Description
Little Bleu launched into childhood with knobby and skinned-up knees, a sharp and fierce intelligence, and the challenge of both loving and overcoming her family. In this coming-of-age story, Bruised but Not Broken explores the indefinable something that Bleu carried throughout her life that led her to college, through career challenges, and finally to a leadership role in her community -- despite a chaotic and troubling (yet crazily loving) childhood.
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Chapter 2 Excerpt
I scratched my knee until blood trickled from a torn-off scab. It began running down all weird; just like Uncle Al wobbled when he was at Little Las Vegas on Saturday nights. I rose from under the window sill, where I’d been trying to untangle a broken Barbie jeep wheel from the frayed rug. I’d better get a paper towel. Mama will be mad if I bleed on her yellowed curtains or her already stained rug.
“God forbid!” I whispered angrily, copying my mother’s stern voice. Not that anyone would even notice another stain. I half-turned back to my toy, already forgetting the bleeding wound, barely visible against my dark skin. My hand had just grazed the smooth, pink plastic of the Jeep hood when I heard a shriek that echoed around the room. Bad words, too. Mama told me she’d give me a nasty soap mouth-washing if I ever said one of those words again. “Do as I say, not as I do,” I said, mimicking my mama’s constant bragging rights.
I never understood why I couldn’t say those words. Grandpa says them all the time, and Mama doesn’t scold him. I can’t wait to see Grandpa again. Grandpa used to let me ride shotgun, right in the middle hump in the front seat of his mint green, Cadillac. That was my spot. In fact, Grandpa was known for his mint green Cadillac and everyone knew how much he loved it. He would tell me that no matter what, the middle was mine, even if he picked up women who smelled sweeter than my mother ever did and called me sweet names too, which Mama only did when she was drunk. It never mattered how Grandpa felt he always called me Leadbottom and gave me all the sweets I wanted.
“God forbid!” I whispered angrily, copying my mother’s stern voice. Not that anyone would even notice another stain. I half-turned back to my toy, already forgetting the bleeding wound, barely visible against my dark skin. My hand had just grazed the smooth, pink plastic of the Jeep hood when I heard a shriek that echoed around the room. Bad words, too. Mama told me she’d give me a nasty soap mouth-washing if I ever said one of those words again. “Do as I say, not as I do,” I said, mimicking my mama’s constant bragging rights.
I never understood why I couldn’t say those words. Grandpa says them all the time, and Mama doesn’t scold him. I can’t wait to see Grandpa again. Grandpa used to let me ride shotgun, right in the middle hump in the front seat of his mint green, Cadillac. That was my spot. In fact, Grandpa was known for his mint green Cadillac and everyone knew how much he loved it. He would tell me that no matter what, the middle was mine, even if he picked up women who smelled sweeter than my mother ever did and called me sweet names too, which Mama only did when she was drunk. It never mattered how Grandpa felt he always called me Leadbottom and gave me all the sweets I wanted.
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Topeka, KS 66604