MY VIEW OUTSIDE MY APARTMENT
MARCH 17, 2009
As she looked through my soul, she had told me that I was going to be great one day. Besides my parents, she was the only person that believed in me. She was a confident, vibrant, and beautiful person. I had called her my second mother being that she was my mother’s best friend.
In an environment that I never felt a sense of belonging because I was visually different than 95% of my surroundings. As my second mother, she had told me that I was going to be great one day.
Frequently I have many thoughts about her because I seen her in me. As I look over the balcony of my apartment this night, I have deep thoughts about her.
In everyone’s eyes, she had seemed to be the happiest person in the world. She had everything a woman could image. But deep into her soul, she was hurting and she had become weak into fighting the demons within her. I have seen her in me. She had told me that I was going to be great one day.
In my last day of seeing her, she looked deep into my soul with her red eyes. She told me: “hang on and never let anyone put me down.”
She knew” she saw within my soul that I was not that perfect image of a person. I had demons within me and I try to fight them off every day. My demons are based on addiction but I have refused to let it ruin my destiny.
“the devil is a liar”
She had told me I will be great one day and I will do it just for her. Even when I do not think of me deserving the greatness, I will remember her. Before her demons took over, I remember her being a great second mother to me; I remember her giving me a hug in front of people will never accept my visual exterior as their equal; I remember her great cooking; I remember her great talent of taking care of everyone, and I remember always looking fabulous.
She had told me that I will be great one day and I will.
Despite what people think of my journey to South Africa, those people will know this journey has given the opportunity to just think about everything.
R.I.P my second mother, my greatest memory of you was during the home coming game. You were so proud of me and I was so proud to you support me. My last day of seeing you, I had seen in your eyes of making peace with him. I know you are watching me carefully up there with him. Thank You
MARCH 17, 2009
As she looked through my soul, she had told me that I was going to be great one day. Besides my parents, she was the only person that believed in me. She was a confident, vibrant, and beautiful person. I had called her my second mother being that she was my mother’s best friend.
In an environment that I never felt a sense of belonging because I was visually different than 95% of my surroundings. As my second mother, she had told me that I was going to be great one day.
Frequently I have many thoughts about her because I seen her in me. As I look over the balcony of my apartment this night, I have deep thoughts about her.
In everyone’s eyes, she had seemed to be the happiest person in the world. She had everything a woman could image. But deep into her soul, she was hurting and she had become weak into fighting the demons within her. I have seen her in me. She had told me that I was going to be great one day.
In my last day of seeing her, she looked deep into my soul with her red eyes. She told me: “hang on and never let anyone put me down.”
She knew” she saw within my soul that I was not that perfect image of a person. I had demons within me and I try to fight them off every day. My demons are based on addiction but I have refused to let it ruin my destiny.
“the devil is a liar”
She had told me I will be great one day and I will do it just for her. Even when I do not think of me deserving the greatness, I will remember her. Before her demons took over, I remember her being a great second mother to me; I remember her giving me a hug in front of people will never accept my visual exterior as their equal; I remember her great cooking; I remember her great talent of taking care of everyone, and I remember always looking fabulous.
She had told me that I will be great one day and I will.
Despite what people think of my journey to South Africa, those people will know this journey has given the opportunity to just think about everything.
R.I.P my second mother, my greatest memory of you was during the home coming game. You were so proud of me and I was so proud to you support me. My last day of seeing you, I had seen in your eyes of making peace with him. I know you are watching me carefully up there with him. Thank You
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