Who's That Lady? I Am That Lady!
By Shantail L. Miller
Everybody knows the cliché: "Right place, wrong time". As for Shantail, she was the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time. This memoir about an invisible girl is a chilling narration, a portrayal of a child who suffers in silence, confronted by many traumas that came pounding at her door.
Shantail carried fragments of her innocence into her adulthood. The remaining scraps of her identity were ruptured by the perverted indignities that had been committed. Just when she thought she was in the clear, her past would always find her. She saw no way out and no way of escaping the years of suffering she endured at the hands of those driven by impulsive and carnal cravings. Her pain was no respecter of time, no matter how many years went by
Shantail often gazed at her broken reflection begging to be anyone other than who she was. She craved straighter hair, smaller nostrils, prettier figure, lighter skin, and even to be white and erase the colored curse. Her low self-esteem created a demand for attention by seeking to compensate for the breaches in her childhood. To her, the grass would always be greener on the other side.
Crying inward, she yearned for protection, for notice of her pain and a way to recover what was lost: her time, her innocence, her security, and her sense of self. She continued in shameful silence and longed for justice, yet by grace, she remained merciful and compassionate.
As a wife, she arrived at a crossroads between facing her past and recovering her aborted destiny. Through healing and deliverance, she learned that a "broken mirror" was not the ruin of her image.
View the book trailer for “Who’s That Lady? I Am That Lady!” below.
By Shantail L. Miller
Everybody knows the cliché: "Right place, wrong time". As for Shantail, she was the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time. This memoir about an invisible girl is a chilling narration, a portrayal of a child who suffers in silence, confronted by many traumas that came pounding at her door.
Shantail carried fragments of her innocence into her adulthood. The remaining scraps of her identity were ruptured by the perverted indignities that had been committed. Just when she thought she was in the clear, her past would always find her. She saw no way out and no way of escaping the years of suffering she endured at the hands of those driven by impulsive and carnal cravings. Her pain was no respecter of time, no matter how many years went by
Shantail often gazed at her broken reflection begging to be anyone other than who she was. She craved straighter hair, smaller nostrils, prettier figure, lighter skin, and even to be white and erase the colored curse. Her low self-esteem created a demand for attention by seeking to compensate for the breaches in her childhood. To her, the grass would always be greener on the other side.
Crying inward, she yearned for protection, for notice of her pain and a way to recover what was lost: her time, her innocence, her security, and her sense of self. She continued in shameful silence and longed for justice, yet by grace, she remained merciful and compassionate.
As a wife, she arrived at a crossroads between facing her past and recovering her aborted destiny. Through healing and deliverance, she learned that a "broken mirror" was not the ruin of her image.
View the book trailer for “Who’s That Lady? I Am That Lady!” below.
By Shantail L. Miller
Everybody knows the cliché: "Right place, wrong time". As for Shantail, she was the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time. This memoir about an invisible girl is a chilling narration, a portrayal of a child who suffers in silence, confronted by many traumas that came pounding at her door.
Shantail carried fragments of her innocence into her adulthood. The remaining scraps of her identity were ruptured by the perverted indignities that had been committed. Just when she thought she was in the clear, her past would always find her. She saw no way out and no way of escaping the years of suffering she endured at the hands of those driven by impulsive and carnal cravings. Her pain was no respecter of time, no matter how many years went by
Shantail often gazed at her broken reflection begging to be anyone other than who she was. She craved straighter hair, smaller nostrils, prettier figure, lighter skin, and even to be white and erase the colored curse. Her low self-esteem created a demand for attention by seeking to compensate for the breaches in her childhood. To her, the grass would always be greener on the other side.
Crying inward, she yearned for protection, for notice of her pain and a way to recover what was lost: her time, her innocence, her security, and her sense of self. She continued in shameful silence and longed for justice, yet by grace, she remained merciful and compassionate.
As a wife, she arrived at a crossroads between facing her past and recovering her aborted destiny. Through healing and deliverance, she learned that a "broken mirror" was not the ruin of her image.
View the book trailer for “Who’s That Lady? I Am That Lady!” below.
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