Contents of A Woman.

Blue Sky

Awakened Palms

Sweet sauces 

Rice & Pepper

Fruit & Milk

My soul smells honey

My spirit sees the honeycomb 

Welcoming loveliness

My music is a compilation of art 

On spirit canvas 

And soul synthesis 

I breathe dance

I live power

I desire submission.

My arm tread through salt waters reflecting the ease of my personality

But the power of my everyday plow

Through the trudge of life

I ooze loveliness.

My words drip with kindness

My heart overflows with blood of poets

And the scream of ancient ancestors 

My beauty testifies the same witness.

The fire of Rachel.

The simplicity of solitude and storytellers is my discernment of such a name.

And yet it represents beauty.

It represents Jesus.

My body yodels in restoration and entices souls to remember Eve in Eden.

Quiet.

Tears. Strength.

Love.

Struggle.

Quiet Testimony.

Children running through green grass

Gathering sweat

And double daring the double darers to do something fun!

I’m me

So do you.

Do what you do but watch my shoes.

My heart patiently waits to be held, adorned caressed and loved by a man covered in humanity.

Who somehow absorbs the beauty of God

Who has large capacities to hold living streams of water that flow from God’s Palm

Patiently single.

No randoms.

Loveliness

Through unseen discernment 

I nudge with my heart to one day absorb through my skin

Twin friends 

Winners winning

Living 

Kidding 

Dining, whining 

Life risen above

Euphoric Eutopias of destiny 

Tears of little 

Prayers of much

Still to dream greater dreams 

My soul can’t be put in a box

And the contents of Rachel Joi Udeh- Jackson

CANNOT be clearly defined 

Because they magnify such a bright light 

Whiter than the sun’s yellow tint rays.

She can only be admired & enjoyed by the less blind.

Chef Diaries: {Enemies & Foes}

Theme Song: I’m On The Rise by Jekaylyn Carr

Dear Diary,

     I’ll keep it short today! I have learned that the food industry is full of cutthroat disrespect, mistreatment, mental abuse, money obsession, lack of love and lack of principle! I grow more and more disappointed as I study the food product industry in grocery stores. My soul peaks in sadness at the physiological reactions of fellow consumers who dive into popular brands. There’s a money hungry sickness that exists in the food product industry, and it is odoriferously present their marketing motives and food packaging. 

     I pray that aspiring chefs learn to hold on to their brand supports and industry friends because those people are rare and precious finds. If someone supports your brand encourages your vision, it is wise to keep them around. Those people a gift, and God put them there. In order to be successful and have peace of mind in the food industry, you have to find a balance between minding your business and learning from others. That piece of wisdom will take you farther than any high powered scheme.

I declare that I’m on the rise.

Birthplace. Birthrights. Birth.

Stepping over heaps of trash

Sleeping on nails, springs, brown saliva and old urine.

Woke up to the smell of a dead rat.

Untraceable.

Dead roaches in the window. Dust pouring out of the walls as fluent as the web spewing from a spider’s abdomen & just as soft.

My birth mother would rationalize but never medicate. She conned her way out of the jailhouse. She spoke well.

My name was never used. No respect. No love.

My purity was always in question from prostitutes & hookers.

He was a gang banger. He wore bandannas. 

Recorded lines. So he recorded me. What since?

Lord why do you leave me here day by day. Being overtaken by smoke & fried chicken. Burning garbage in the window. Burning skin in the pot. Burning myself with a curling iron. I wanted to get out. I wanted to be high. I lived in hell everyday.

Contamination and lies. Always being called that bitch.

Never a hello or a true goodbye.

Crying. Dying. Then satisfying. My best friend was a prostitute.

They warned me of perverts in the window. And murders on the levee. Where children loved to play.

There was a truck that chased me then disappeared. It was black with gold stripes. Very thin. Very visible. Very scary. I left.

They warned me of mojo at city gatherings. She was related. The incest haunts my spirit. I lived in hell.

Being raped outside. Suffering undefined. Running on my stomach next to unseen pit bull.

Never say a word. Never lifting hands. I knew better. He fell on his hips the day she stabbed me.

My forehead was kicked into and swollen for 4 years. I had a concussion and threw up. My eyes were bloody and I remember Popeye’s fried chicken and thinking of my dad. He was married.

So I died and died and died.

Cat feces covered my bottom in the winter time where I crawled and begged not to be. It was cold it was fresh and it stuck to my hands. I was obedient.

Spaghetti straps and low self-esteem.

Fried chicken. Fried porkchops.

I lived in jail. Turn the corner and my cell was around the block.

Broken bones in question. Never seen by a doctor. 

Education seemed near but ever so far away.

He was my best friend. He was tall and laughed at his pain. We talked of fatherlessness. We understood each other’s joys and sorrow. 

I regret betraying you. We betrayed each other. We watched each other smoke our lives away. We were two kids in the church who knew how to party.

There was so much pain inside. 

Both under 25.

His face would sometimes mimic a demon.

You watched me overdose while you moved bricks with my boyfriend. We were so smart. We were going to be somebody’s. We smoked our lives away and became statistics. 

One female. One male.

You knew all my secrets. I knew all your pain. I miss you. I love you. I pray that you finall got sober. I pray you didn’t lose your life. I watched you become a statistic. You watched me lose my soul.

Best friends. We loved God. We stripped like banana peels and melted under the heat of the drug war. We were both scared but never shared it. We gripped each other’s hand in the sinking sand.

My toilet fell through the floor. I got trapped by indoor manholes.

 HIV haunted the air & perverts discovered buried treasure.

Man over child. Woman over woman. Incest over insanity. 

Hot wings & guns. Weed and drug deals. Kids street fighting for fun. I lived in hell. The butcher knife told me so.

Hidden recordings and satanic hidden messages. Hidden money I was told. $33,000 times 3. What symbolism or what a lie? I don’t know anymore.

But the town drunks is always coming to my house. Screaming high hallelujahs and whilsting through her teeth. She said her heavenly hill was demon possessed. She swept the floor with her hands and spoke in tongues.

I count sixteen roaches on their back today.

So many cats. So many cats. It to tortured my heart. It strangled my soul. So many damn cats. 

They would trick next to my bedroom where I was forced to be invisible. 

One crackhead to the next.

It was always cold. 70 degrees or lower. One morning she sweated. Turning over in my bed with the door open. Where I laid my head. Where mama laid. She was a gay crack lord. She wore glasses and tended my wounds.

HIV ate her intestines and shriveled her stomach. Her bones were more visible than her eyes. She always imagined worms crawling out of her face. And she stole my last $100.00. All the money I had to my name. I was used to it.

I was poor, fat, drugged up & lived in shock. Hoping my hand would grow again.

I was strangled. I was strangled.

I was thrown in the mirror with a loud crash. It was destroyed beyond repair. I almost swallowed glass.

Fried chicken.

Spaghetti.

Fried chicken.

Spaghetti.

Fried chicken.

Fried chicken.

Fried chicken.

Insurance fraud.

Insurance fraud.

Debt on loans and secretly rich. Secret society. Hidden debt.

Black balling.

No peace. No love. She wore glasses. She was mama. She had secret affairs to married men, worshipped her girlfriend, always bathing children with the same hands she used to jack him off with. 

I walked in on her masturbating.

He wore brown shoes. I always hid. They never bothered me.

Easy sex, for easy crack.

Woke up the next day to the word bitch.

Clockwork. Always 5:59-6:03 in the morning. Angels never awoke with me.

I had a sleeping roach on my face. It was eating residue.

Everything was evil.

Peaceful Home Prayer.

God,

Please allow your peace and power to rest, rule, reign and abide in this home. Allow your your peace, power & love to rain like manna from heaven and shower on us like melodies from heaven. Allow your shekinah glory power to reign and protect this home. Guard this house with an army of angels and protect me as I go out and come in.

Amen.

Balanced Living Prayer.

Lord help me to live, breathe & believe a balance between psychology &  Christianity bursting with inner peace and dripping with love in both the natural and spiritual realms.

In Jesus Name I Ask,

Amen

More blogs on the way…

Hello my dear diamonds!

More blogs coming from the heart to your computer. I’m balancing my days now in an effort to not get overloaded.

What to expect:

• Cheesburger Quesadilla recipe 

• How To Get Over Your First Love

• How To Process Heavy Emotions
Don’t forget to check out our supplemental Instagram page: @diamondsoftheroughblogging
Uploads on Instagram are posted periodically to allow you guys to digest and swallow the things that are posted. #GoGrowth …. We are diamonds OF the rough!

Breakfast Ideas?

How about a yummy parfait?

You’ll Need:

• 3/4 cup of plain Greek yogurt 

• Honey

• 2 Strawberries

• Sliced Almonds 

• “KIND Brand” Maple Quinoa Clusters 
NEXT:

• Spoon  your Greek yogurt in a nice sized cereal bowl 

•  Quarter (slice into 4 pieces) both of your strawberries and let them fall into the bowl

• Sprinkle your desired amount of almonds over the yogurt and strawberries 

• Sprinkle a desired amount of the maple quinoa clusters

• Drizzle a desired amount of honey 

• Dig in & enjoy!
FUN FACTS: Honey is an immune system builder and helps improve your digestive system. Almonds are high in fiber, protein, vitamin E, and calcium. The nutrients in almonds contribute to heart health. Strawberries are rich in vitamin C which is helpful to your immune system. Strawberries are also rich in potassium which can be helpful for someone with high blood pressure.

Sources: http://www.benefits-of-honey.com/health-benefits-of-honey.html

http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/271285.php

http://healthyeating.sfgate.com/benefits-eating-almonds-daily-5007.html 

 

Recipe Archives: Rachel’s Red Beans (Updated)

I have updated “Rachel’s Red Beans”! The recipe still calls for the same ingredients, but there are some changes.

We are now using:

Different sausage: Two Packages of Maple Chicken Apple Sausage & Smoked Turkey Sausage

We are still using: Camilla Red Beans, Celery, Salt, Garlic Powder

We are still following the same cooking directions

Pairing suggestions: Brown Rice

I’m still working on this recipe so be on the look out for more updates!

 

 

Recipe Archives: Oven Crusted Chicken

Hey Diamonds! It has been a long time since I posted a recipe archive. I’ve been working on different recipes. I grew up eating fried chicken……. A LOT! After my lifestyle change I was dedicated to re-creating my aunt’s fried chicken. It just wouldn’t be right if I didn’t. Her chicken is a big part of my background. I haven’t perfected it yet, but here’s a little something to start.

 

You’ll Need:

  • 1 package of chicken breasts or legs
  • 1 loaf of wheat bread
  • Powdered Parmesan Cheese
  • 2 eggs
  • Garlic Powder
  • Salt
  • 2 mixing bowls
  • A baking pan

 

Directions:

1.) Preheat the oven to 400 degrees

2.) Thaw the chicken and before it’s completely thawed toast the loaf of bread on both sides in the oven.

3.) In a mixing bowl crush the toasted bread  into fine-textured crumbs

4.) After the bread has been mostly crushed add a fair amount of parmesan cheese for a smoky cheesy taste

5.) Add a few dashes of garlic powder to the bread mixture

6.) In a separate mixing bowl whisk the two eggs and a sprinkle of salt (and pepper if desired)

7.) Dip the chicken into the egg mixture and the into the bread mixture and place it in a baking pan

8.) Repeat the dipping process until all of the chicken is coated

9.) Bake the crusted chicken until it is cooked at the center (Tip: stick a fork in the thickest part to see if clear/tanish juice comes out. if blood comes out then the chicken isn’t done.)

10.) After it’s done dig in

Suggested pairs: Kale Salad, Grilled Asparagus, Rachel’s Red Beans (previous recipe archives) with brown rice