the matchstick that kept burning
Everybody has a story...
Some journeys are more complicated than others.
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In Paulette Graham's debut memoir, an unlikely heroine becomes a true inspiration and a fighter, who believe in change. She maintains a certain principle, even when all she saw was pure darkness. Because of her determination, it empowered her ability to achieve her goals...
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Author
As an author, writing a story whether it's fiction or non-fiction. People will always relate, which gives that story life.
Songwriter
Song writing takes me into another direction. Its all about connecting with people, sharing experiences and making a difference to people's lives.
Poet
Writing poems was my first discovery into connecting with my thoughts and then it was followed by connecting with people.
The Matchstick that KEPT Burning
“About ten months into their relationship, Rose fell pregnant, she was scared but felt confident that Calvin, wouldn’t abandon her and their baby, considering it was the first child for them both. Suddenly the cracks start to appear, the signs were too clear to avoid, Rose, tried convincing herself he was trying to do the fatherly thing, as he was expected to do. By then Rose, was still working with Ms Peg, she had morning sicknesses, some days she was unable to go into work, she would stay home. He came around as much as he could, using work as an excuse. Rose would often ask him, if everything was all right, he kept saying yes, but still his actions were confirming his behaviour.“
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Paulette Graham
Writer, Author, Poet
See where my talents lie.
Being autistic does not mean you have an illness or disease. What it does mean is that the brain works in different ways from other people.
The eyes never lie about the human soul- It shows the years, of stories untold. But would you stop to say, how do you do?
His ragged clothes and old ripped up shoes, was a sign that he needed a pound or two. The dirt on his face the line around his eyes, along with the stains on his teeth he smiles...
We passed shoulder level, to each other, and my heart sank as he slowed down his pace. I thought…that was it, he growled as he went by, he muttered something...
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