From Northside Poetry: Growing up wasnat easy, but it wasnat hard. Mama just wanted me to be okay with my brothers, sisters and myself. All I wanted was to be okay with myself. I donat need fame because fortune would be enough. . . . The people Iave met in my life just heard me, but didnat listen. If people just took the time to listen to our problems, there wouldnat be problems with us today. Itas not about who is smarter or richer, itas about who is ahead of the class and how long can you stay there, only the strong can survive. I still feel the same way as I did then, aStep on them or they will step on you!a But in my joyful times Iam the lion who sleeps, and the child in Godas eyes. My ladies and gentlemen, I donat need you to gossip about me. Cause its still going on with my family. Or I donat need a spotlight to determine who is the bad guy; I know who I am. Because we all have our own hell, and itas killing me everyday thinking about mine. If only I could go back in time where I started it all I would, but Iam not God. And Iam living my life just as you, one day at a time. I wrote this letter and poetry to all those who I love and all that I hate. . . . Thank you for listening to my confessions and my cries at night.Tone One. TO. THE. WIVES. A marriage is based on love and understanding. And not on being jealous and careless! To be able to write letters ... To be able to celebrate Our anniversary each year. ... Youa#39;re my sunshine And my only rainbow .
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