"To me, action is both motion and stillness; whichever I chose is action. I take unto myself that which serves me on my quest, thus enabling me to experience life in its fullness. Keeping always in mind that fear creates doubt and water doesn't always put out fires. With this knowledge, I forge ahead blindly with no expectations, except to be governed with understanding, by the universal law of attraction. I am happy to say that as a human being, my thoughts are always evolving; therefore I do not have a mind set." - Amias

Amias’ Biography

During the baby-boomer years in Sunflower County, Mississippi, Amias was born into a family of poor sharecroppers, the tenth child of thirteen. The untimely death of her mother left Amias, from the tender age of eleven, to spend her formative years living in dysfunctional homes where she was severely abused.

A chaotic and disruptive upbringing rarely offered Amias the opportunity for a formal public education. Undaunted and craving knowledge, she educated herself and, at a young age, Amias began to write of the pain of abuse she suffered both emotionally and physically. The therapeutic act of joining letters into words and words into stories, poetry, and prose not only served to save her sanity, it undoubtedly saved her life.

A prolific writer of poetry and prose, Amias has won the praise of many of her fellow poets. By masterfully combining her own style of expression with a voice rich with dialect, each piece reverberates with a resonance rarely heard. Amias is a poet dancing truly to the beat of her own profound drum.

Believing in the sisterhood of all women, Amias was inspired to write a poem honoring the women of The Revolutionary Association of the Women of Afghanistan (RAWA). This tribute can be found at www.rawa.org.

Making her home in Texas, she can boast of a marriage thirty-seven years strong, she has five children and twelve grandchildren. A self-made woman, Amias is well known for her dedication to the underprivileged and impoverished children of her community.

Amias is a survivor. She wishes to share with her readers the following truth:  "Nothing is impossible to overcome and nothing is impossible to attain, is a lie that can be changed into the truth ... based not on the strength of ones desires, but on who you know, and how high they are on the latter of success."

A Letter To My Sisters:

My dear sisters,

I used to wonder why folks gravitated towards me, online and off. For the longest I couldn’t put my finger on it. I ran away from it in my physical life by shutting myself away from the world; I became a hermit. It wasn’t long before my need to communicate guided me to the Internet. I would go online, start a group, join a group, or just come in contact with folks, and just like that, they would begin to gravitate to me. There were times when this scared me because the folks that sought my company the most were not from my culture.

I took to running away from them, because I thought they wanted more than I was willing to give. Or maybe they wanted me to be something I was not. I didn’t understand why they were singling me out, and I became uncomfortable with each new encounter, and believe me there were many.

It was not until my dear friend Dominie, came back into my life that I understood the why of it all --- and believe it or not my baby daughter, Rebecca, has been the key to this awareness. Rebecca reminded me of something I had been practicing for years, but because the issues in my personal life had became so overwhelming, I forgot it. I won’t go into detail, except to say --- that now I understand my  relationship with my sisters of all cultures, more than ever.

It was not my weakness that others gravitate towards, its was my strength. The laws of attraction are precise, and I discovered this a long time ago. It’s how I heal myself when I am ill. It’s what the old women taught me, but for some reason I was blind to the modern terminology of what I had been taught. Whereas the old ones pointed me in the right direction, there are some things I had to see and understand for myself. The reason why it has taken me so long to get to this point is because I was so blind, and thus I  attracted blindness.

Yes, my dear sisters, we need each other in ways that we know, but have not quite understood until this moment. It is the raw strength of sisterhood that attracts us to each other.

Every choice we have made in life attest to this one fact; there is something inherited in us that calls out for this sisterly relationship, and I know, as well as you, that family has nothing to do with it. It’s a soul thing. It’s a spirit thing. It’s the laws of attraction in its rawest form.

I am here, and I offer you my sisterhood, but not in weakness of body, mind, or spirit -- but in the strength of me and all that I have survived. Suffering use to be my friend, depression use to be my ally, and the pains from the two use to be my only sister. But I no longer have use for such darkness. I pushed it away from me, and I chose not to wallow in the darkness of these things, nor attract them to me.

I write my experiences so others may see that nothing is impossible to overcome. Yes, I embellish some of them for readability, but in each poem, in every story, there is truth; there is me. Having traveled through the darkness, I know all its nooks and crannies. I know them so well, that when you get stuck there, you may use my strength to pull yourself out.