Life: My Point of View

My son, as your sweet breath caressed my face and your tiny fingers spread open on your pillow, for you I said a prayer. I prayed that you would grow up to be a champion. I realize the magnitude of the responsibility placed upon me to ensure that your place in this world is well defined. As you grow up to be a young boy, a young man--a man who will one day raise his own family, I prayed that you will be strong, be courageous, and be brilliant. My son, I pray that you would grow up proudly yet not in arrogance; I pray that you'll let your voice be heard without being loud and boisterous. I pray that you'll see victory in your every effort without becoming a victim of your circumstances; I pray that you'll be a leader and a change agent without becoming an outcast; I pray that truth will be your mantra. I pray that you'll be a champion for truth and justice without the incarceration of fear and shackles of mental slavery; I pray that your very presence in this world comma...

Mom, for all the  T ime s … For the time  that you carried me, For the times that you cared for me, For the times that you’ve nursed me, For the times that you’ve nurtured me, For the times that you’ve instructed me, For the times that you’ve prayed for me, For the times that you’ve encouraged me, For the times that you’ve cried with me, For the times that you’ve cried for me, For the times that you’ve rescued me, For the times that you’ve stood by me, For the times that you’ve disagreed with me, For the times that you’ve allowed me to grow, For the times that your arms were always there to catch me when I fall , For all the times that you’ve never raised your hands to hurt me , For all the times that I’ve failed to listen to you, For all the times that you’ve never stopped loving me , I just want to say,                   Thank You                   I love  You     ...

My son, Your smile melts my worries Your baby talk softens my heart Your presence reminds me of the precious gift that you are. My son, When you touch my face You reach for reassurance. When you hold my fingers You yearn for security. My son, When you look in my eyes You search for guidance. When you mimic my sounds You beg for consistency. When you say mama You tell me you love me! I love you son!

When it seems like all hope is lost, And your every move takes you back to your past What do you do? How do you begin to move forward when every step you take pushes you back? What do you do when you can't breathe and there's no one around to give you air? You reach out! You grasp! You choke! You get slapped right where it hurts! Your hands are up! Your arms ache! You don't know how much more you can take. Your throat is parched from crying for help. Your eyes are bloodshot 'cause you can't sleep.... Afraid to close your eyes lest some fool rob you of your spot. What do you do when you can't breathe 'cause you've held your hands up too long? You've forgotten what it feels like to breathe on your own. All your life your deeds were done as you were told, Now you are on your own Trying to make ends meet, but still, You can't breathe! What do you do?

I can't breathe  The mother who struggles with two or three jobs trying to keep food on the table for her children; I can't breathe The child who tries to do good but is constantly being bullied; I can't breathe The father who struggles to find his place in a world that does not value his humanity; I can't breathe The young girl who fights to keep herself pure but those around her thinks she is a prude; I can't breathe The small business that is gobbled up by the jaws of unfair market practices and capitalistic tycoons; I can't breathe The parents trying to discipline their children but society tells them that's not to be; I can't breathe  The youth who is not sure if he should walk on the left or on the right side of the street and who shouldn't be caught walking in the middle; I can't breathe The family trying to keep the roof over  their heads but has 30 days to evacuate; I can't breathe  The family being ripped apart because they wear the...

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