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             Circa 1958: 11 of my parents’ ultimately 14 children
(I’m age 12, middle row, 2nd to left)

Bio Ballad in Verse for Better or Worse
by Stephany Spencer-LeBaron

I was born some time ago
Way out in the sticks
In Mexico’s Rocky Mountain Range
In 1946.

Then raised in Mormon Fundy cults
Where self-righteous hicks
Thought sinful
With the world to mix.

Like egotistical fools
In fanatic backwoods schools,
We thought ourselves
God’s holy handful –
His Saints and Chosen People.

But we were backward bigots –
Extremists and hypocrites;
Fanatics full of ignorance,
False pride and narcissism,
We fed on fear,
Self-denial and masochism.

One can lead a horse to water
But can’t make it think.
Same goes for blind followers
Misled to Hell’s brink.

If they don’t lift their blinders
And use their God-given head,
They’re not people,
But brainwashed sheeple instead.

So in six-and-a-half years,
Ma’d born seven girls in a row.
When we went walking down the street,
My what a show!

By the time I turned twelve,
She’d had kid number eleven –
Plygs believe birth control
Will keep them from heaven!

By the time I was fourteen,
We were siblings twelve.
For everything I ever got
I had to dig and delve.

When I turned twenty,
And about fit to go under,
Synchronicity’s Serendipity
Wrought a miraculous wonder!

Big bolts of thunder
Suddenly tossed me asunder
Into “the wicked world.”
There a new life unfurled!

Now on the outside looking in
At those “Saints” knee-deep in sin,
I gaze at them and grin,
Thanking God He helped me win
A chance to begin again.

And gave me my voice,
Freedom of choice;
And heard my cries,
To self-actualize.

I’m lucky to’ave escaped that cult
And left the hell behind
To join “the wicked world,”
A better life to find.

Every year’s been better
Since I fled that bitter bind.
I’ve found in this wide world
A more compassionate kind;
People better-educated,
Charitable and refined.

So thanks, wonderful world.
How you shine!
Thanks for your excellence,
New friends of mine.
God bless you all,
Kind Humankind!

Bio Ballad of a Cult Survivor:
My Bio in Verse, for Better or Worse

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Bio Ballad of a Cult Survivor:
My Bio in Verse for Better or Worse
(Lyrics and music by Stephany Spencer-LeBaron)

1- I was born some time ago,
Away out in the sticks,
In a Mormon cult in Mexico
In nineteen forty-six.

By the time I turned eleven,
We were a family of twelve;
For everything I ever got
I had to dig and delve.

Dig and delve?
Yes, dig and delve!
For everything I ever got,
I had to dig and delve.

2- We hid among the hicks,
Created toys out of sticks,
But thought we were the best –
God’s blest zygotics.

‘Twas the only life I knew,
All the while I grew;
To pass God’s tests
Was what we were here to do.

CHORUS:
Oh, a hick,
A dad-gum polygamist hick!
Born into a cult,
“Plyg!” the ultimate insult.

But how was I to know
Someday I would grow
And leave it all behind,
This miserable life of woe.

Life of woe,
Oh, misery and woe;
So I left it all behind …
Let the fandom go.

3- A masochistic life
We all did sow.
It was the only world
I would ever know.

Till one day I did find
These people were all blind,
And sniffing after
Some false “Profit’s” behind!

5- So I fled that Fundy faith;
Left rigidity behind.
Into the world I went,
A whole new life to find.

I settled in LA,
And found a better way.
And now I am a Graduate
Of UCLA.

6- When I fled that stoic sect,
Didn’t know what the heck to expect;
Times were Herculean,
And money hard to get.

But I kept pressing on.
Though progress was slow,
‘Twas better than I got
In Old Mexico.

7- Now here I am today,
Living a much better way
Than the previous life
I once had to obey.

I’m grateful for each day,
And the good ole USA.
You’ve come a long way, Babe,

You sure could say.
I’m a cult survivor
And thriver in every way!

Stephany Spencer-LeBaron, age 38

 Pretty City Chic

Dearest friends and fans,
Please note:
This tongue-in-cheek
Song I wrote 
Isn’t finished
So I don’t gloat,
But pray my poem 
Won’t get your goat.

It’s late — Blog due “mañana;
Check my song later on … uh 
You’ll find it “re-wrote”…
Needs work is my last quote.
But please enjoy what I wrote,
As I humorously emote:

Hey! I’m a Hack
Who’s written this hit
Called “Pretty City Chic”–
A Hee-ha Comedy Song –
A bi
t o’ Bio in Verse,
For Better or Worse,
With Truth ‘n’ Exaggeration
Interspersed:


They call me “Pretty City Chic.”
Hillbilly music is my shtick.
My Hillbilly ways are here to stick;
So you may as well git over it
And join in ’n’ sing a bit
With Pretty City Chic.

Born in Mexican sticks
In 1946,
I’ve dual citizenship.
But to add to my mix,
Folk and Classical music
Are among my shticks.

I’m an all-American-mongrel,
Apple-pie girl
 —
Hines-57 mixed-up mutt
With apple pie stickin’ to my gut —
But
Red-necked reactionaries ain’t my thing –
I’m here for music and to sing!

Yeah, I’m an All-American-Mexican,
Scots-Irish “Mick,”

With Welch ’n’ English,
So sure I’m a Brit …
Plus Norwegian, Swedish,
Danish, and Dutch;
French, German, Belgium,
Mohawk Indian and such.

If there’s no Tom Slick
Hidin’ in the pit,
Far as I know,
That’s about it.
Well that‘s my story
And I’m stickin’ to it!

Pa was a Veteran of World War I.
Those Vets were well-appreciated
For what they’d done!
He was an Artist, Creative –
Jack-of-all-trades;
Master of a few —
Good at so many things –
What couldn’t he do?

Ma was a Creative too,
An Artist thru ’n’ thru –
Poet, Pianist, Painter … whew!
Loved talking religion,
Old or new,
Long as it agreed
With what she already “knew.”

She graduated with a BA
In Journalism too –
Quite an accomplishment
For Ma was sixty-two!

She ran me competition
For I was still in College too.
Ma’s motto was:
Anything you can do,
I can do better;
I can do anything better than you!”
And she meant it too!

Refrain:
T
hey call me Pretty City Chic,
But Hillbilly music is my shtick;
My Hillbilly ways are here to stick!
So you may as well git over it
And join in ‘n’ sing a bit
With Pretty City Chic.

Shit-kickin’ music is my shtick.
Well, that’s my story
And I’m shtickin’ to it:
I’m Pretty City Chic!


By Stephany Spencer-LeBaron


NOTE: The following is an iPhone video of me on March 2017age 71performing at the California Writers Club the above song I wrote“Pretty City Chic”… before I “re-writ” some of it:

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