We teach in hopes that the ugliness of our generation will bring beauty with the next. Somehow I knew that you would have your grandmothers eyes. Your daddys chin........my thick lips. And Hersheys color. It wasnt a surprise when your hair turned from straight to spiral. Your shoulders from thin and narrow to broad and strong Your Attitude from pliant to steel. And Hersheys color. I didnt know that you would have your great grandfathers lynch. Growing tighter as you grew. Why didnt I think you could have your fathers frown that turns you from boy to hoodlum in the eyes of a pig. Because Hersheys color. Who could have known that the blood stains of the past would seep through to you, my fresh baby. Our new light But not light enough. Before it was swept away with the scene, I saw your future written in the molecules of your last breath. In the lines of your last gaze, and it was beautiful.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 07:26:39 +0000
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