This is an old poem of mine, but I wanted to share it with you (no comments/replies needed). Mostly, I am defined by my past, which has led me to become a loving, righteous, self-reliant, educator. But, I also carry those tender memories that allow me to continue forward with a sense of youth-hood. The reason why I laugh a lot, I love unconditionally, and it’s the reason why honesty has been my one true policy. It keeps me (for the most part) worry free… alive without any implications… I am simply just me: loving life whether it’s good or bad, for if it’s bad, I must do something to make me feel better, or I must do something to make it right.
(I’ve printed this poem previously, but it was altered. This is its original form)
Delighted I stand
In a corner obscured by thoughts of childhood memories
Obscured thoughts- by the lashing that ripped open my skin.
Obscured thoughts- by laughter that on that same day was endured
The sun beaming against my face
At no time had I felt out of place.
I understood… this was my fate.
The Volvo that when up in flames
Riding in my mother’s car without a seatbelt,
She truly didn’t care until the cops pulled us over
Soon as he left I became welted all over.
The weekend trips:
Traveling, camping, swimming in the warm southern beaches
Then- back to staying at my Moms for at least a weekend
Hanging out with my baby-bros
My precious siblings- how've they grown?
Grandma picking us up throughout our motherly fights,
after, switching buses throughout the night
Finally, making it home…
I’ve loved my grandma dearly… like I’ve never loved before.
Grandma working 2-3 jobs to provide a living, so much she has taught me
So much… she's got me.
Adoring the man I called father
He was so righteous, in so many ways
He was so loved, how I wish he'd stayed
Watching my uncle, who till this day, I admire
Loving his power- while his spinning inspired
He made me sit throughout the night in the corner of a house party while he spun his records.
Honestly, I didn’t care…cause music suppressed me
I remember how I got made fun of that one time I refused to shower
I poured what ever I could find from the restroom into the sink
I soaked my hair and man, did I stink.
When I sat next to them, they all made fun of me
Now it’s hilarious, but back then they wouldn’t let me be.
Now I laugh… I laugh out tears
Short telling of a life that led me to grow
Short telling of a life, do you want more?
My sweet Great- Grandma and her Scary-Ass Dobermans,
I’d run towards her fence wondering what would come next.
She’d gracefully step outside her place to call off her dogs
I couldn’t understand what took her so long.
They were mean Dobermans, but man, let me say how I loved going over for her oranges.
Her little place filled with ornaments and photos- her scolding me to be more lady-like and continuously asking that I place my shoulders back
I loved the feeling of her soft, tiny, weathered hands.
Delighted I stand with childhood memories the ones I've chosen to keep
Just for a second I'm seriously pain free
Good and bad that’s what I’d seen
