Short Route 24
September 04 2009 - 1 comment
How can we, as decendants of our mothers and our mother’s mothers have grown so apart from the mind in take she does not know me nor do i know her. We keep to ourselves knowing the world is full of frauds in which make this life harder to love, laugh and live in. We smile through pain and cry silent tears reluctant to ask for help to the millions of others who stand among us.
Mourning yesterdays loss when today the sun is out, forgetting to love those who stand before us. Complaining to justify what we are unwilling to change ourselves, looking over our shoulders at faults of someone elses out of fear to accept ourselves as flawed human beings. Refusing to step up only causing us to fall back. Be not afraid of who you are, fear not the future because in turn our destiny awaits us, ready or not.
We too must become ancestors of our generation, make those feel incompatent to our achievements, only to watch them grow into our shoes and continue the legacy for years to come.
Ashley's younger sister. I think her obsession with Lupe Fiasco has gotten her thinking in a way, in which, most girls her age wouldn't even comprehend. In any given argument, though she can handle it herself effortlessly, she knows I always "got her back!"
where’s zain? why hasn’t he posted any blogs lately