Kimmie Hite
Bio
Born in the Philippines as a military brat I grew up as a kid exposed to all walks of life and cultures. Currently, working on releasing self published book while living with lupus nephritis as a single mother waiting for transplant
Stories (49/0)
Subsistent Lies
I watched as everyone gathered around Gabriella and asked her many questions about today’s festivities. Zaria and I stayed in the shadow as we watched many fawn over her. “She really was good today, wasn’t she?” I asked, looking up at Zaria who hardly seemed to notice the commotion.
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
After the tourney mami had reprimanded me for disguising myself as Colin and participating in the tourney. After telling her that we had been invited to the Kings ball all was forgiven and forgotten. We had spent the rest of the day buying new dresses for all of us, despite my objections. So the night of the tourney that was exactly where Isabella, Zaria, mami, and me were, at the Kings ball. After being reintroduced to the unnerving Ambassador of Vespar, Duke Gabriel Giovanni, introducing my sisters and mami, reliving the loss of papi to King Arthur, and promising him that me, my sisters, and mami would save him a dance I was whisked away by the Kings daughters and their ladies-in-waiting. I thought at first they only wanted my company so they could look down at me for my acts; I was shocked when they praised me for my acts. As everyone does I enjoyed the praises at first, but after answering the same questions and hearing the same thing (Weren’t you scared? Who taught you how to fight like that? Where did you train that horse of yours? Why did you do it? How can I be like you? You are really brave I would never dream to do something like that.) I quickly grew bored. I was thankful when Darius Harte came to excuse me from their company with Blaine Jacqui’is in tow. “Excuse me ladies, but if you don’t mind Count Jacqui’is and I would like to have a word with the greatest swordswoman in Anevia.” Darius said bowing at the ladies. Blaine did the same, not once looking at me. “That is if Lady Gabriella would like a new change in company.” Darius added turning his gaze on me; Blaine still would not look at me.
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Fiction
In a Perfect World
I once had a dream we pulled our money together and bought an oasis away from all the aggresors and haters. Then I awoke to the cries of the world my daughter would be facing. Where my kid had to pick a side instead of being allowed to embrace and blend with all sides of her culture; Mexican, Asian, Black, and American. They just see her skin and features and immediately label her Mexican because that's what she looks like, but her Black side raised her. Just for the kids I want to Save this Nation. Holy Trinity please hear the peoples pleas. Send Salvation before more fall in the streets. Tears mixed with indignation of repeated trials. No longer is there a blissful gray of ignorance. When they only see colored and white among us citizens. Such hypocrisy in justice is a travesty. When kids stand witness to the slaughtring and are threatened to keep silent. Only to grow up to have mental issues as far as the eye can see. Or when brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers live in fear that after today there won't be another. Not because of natural means of aging and illness, but from stupid things like fear, hate and misunderstandings. They say hell is paved with good intentions. So most will wait till they see or it hits close to home before they listen. That's just hard lessons paved from a world ruled by worldy possessions and greed. War rooms up we've been listening and seeing. We've been lying in wait ready to change the narrative through music. You just have to be willing to listen and share the positive in this world. However, many will spread hate before love that's just the human trials and struggle in them. Hardhead makes a soft ass is an understatement. How many more senseless acts will we witness and just standby before we take a stand, rise as a whole, make the changes and say ENOUGH. How close to home does the enemy have to roam before you add your voice to stand for LOVE instead of acts of hate. To be about compassion, understanding and camaraderie instead of letting fear and envy guide your actions. Please don't confuse peaceful protest as the people's defeat. You poke the hive long enough and the swarm will seek. Seek out their atonements. Seek out their justice. Seek out their peace. All because you thought those you wronged were defeated, submissive, and meek. Now please don't try to twist my words. Let it be known NEVER do I condone violence out the gate unless it's in self defense. What I believe first is this; this is not simply a colored thing. This is all about the human race. When the time comes will you stand for LOVE? Or will you stand for Hate? If Loves the answer your spreading it everyday. Every person you come across you treat with the same respect you give your family. Every kid that comes to you your guiding and being a role model to as if you birthed them yourselves. These are just small changes that can go a long way in building a future of LOVE and UNDERSTANDING for the future generation. If your spreading Hate your letting money, materialistic ish, status and being judgemental of others circumstances rule your life. Do you really know where you stand in this gray zone of Love and Hate. I just want a dreamworld where my kid can be unapologetically ALL HER CULTURES. Also, for our people locked away for things corporate America is now trying to profit from to be set free or given a fair shake based off facts. Can you see it or is it just me? Wishful thinking I know we still have a long way to go for this dream. Till then I will start with me and my kid. Embody the change I want to see for the future
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Humans
Takes a Village
To the community and state that raised me, My Class of Warriors I lost my mother to death and then I lost my father to grief for her. Then the Man Above had the village stand up and I was given more to replace the two. I can't lie when I found out the truth about my mother I was furious. I was furious that I was left to be raised by a woman pretending to be about something my father needed at the time. I was furious he grieved so HARD for her that he became the father I grew to loathe. Never a father only a “warden” trying to lock me away for life and be a good little Cinderella. That is till I escaped for my own sanity into the big bad world and the arms of my community. A community that saw my struggles from a distance and felt sympathy for my single father trying to raise a sick daughter. I thank you all for the mercy. From the ones that let me stay in their homes and rest my head so I wasn’t homeless on the streets I thank you. To the ones that fed me when times became hard I thank you. To the ones that helped me study and stay on top of my studies to graduate on time for reals I thank you. To the elders that took my wayward, rebellious self into their hearts to guide as if you birthed me yourself; no words could ever explain how much you guys are the greatest gifts of all time He sent my way. To whoever found my body in the gutter that fateful night and returned my Id and iPod to my dad’s doorstep thanks for that. I appreciate each and everyone of you I’m here today because of the mercy and loved you showed me.
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Confessions
Two Peas In a Pod
Dear Anna, We have gone through a lot the past year, even though we struggled, we were able to make it through. Now, I wanted to write this in hopes that you can see how appreciative I am of you. Growing up we did not always get along, we always fought and hated each other. Nonetheless, as time passed, we slowly started getting close, and now we are inseparable. I may not be totally sure how we became this close, however, I do know that it made us gain trust in each other.
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Confessions
A Journey Within Therapy 2022
”It’s your road and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.” I see this quote and I immediately think of my father and some of his more infamous, crass, indifferent and tough love quotes. “It is what it is” and “When I’m dead and gone no one will do this for you so learn it now,” in regards to my lupus. As I recover and recuperate from my last hospital stay; the first one this year but, the fourth in a span of three months. Whenever my dad would say his quotes of wisdom I would go in rebellion mode and think who in their right mind would let you raise a kid by yourself and who hurt you to be so cold to your sick child like that; as I rolled my eyes and had attitude registered all on my face away from his view. I was bold but not that bold when it came to my father aka the Warden for the way he sheltered me from the world despite having me grow up fast.
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Humans
My Hero
Dear Dad, Remember the times you stopped me from running into busy streets. Remember all the times you read every single word on my school essays to let me know what I can do to make it better. Or do you remember the times I simply said I liked a snack and you bought me 10 more the next day. These are some little things that I won't forget even when I'm grown and have a family of my own. However, I am not only grateful you helped keep me safe, or made sure I was healthy but I'm additionally grateful to be the person you shaped me to be. Therefore, here is my token of appreciation to you.
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Confessions
Separate Worlds
Fires raged in every direction, buildings that had still managed to survive on there foundations crumbled here and there finally succumbing to the destruction, unfortunate souls that had not been blessed to go right away laid on the streets crying from the pain they were experiencing; some were burnt so thoroughly it was hard to tell whether they were male or female, other bodies were contorted in such unimaginable positions that if anyone had been around to see they would have wondered for a brief second why the poor souls didn’t put themselves out their misery and then without second thought putting the poor souls out there misery, and why still others had lost so much blood from the extensive wounds they had occurred they laid on the ground rambling stuck between a state of life and death.
By Kimmie Hite2 years ago in Fiction