I am probably the most honest person in my family. However, whenever I speak my mind about something, most of the time, I get judged for it. My family calls me "rude" and "disrespectful". I don't think I am. At least I am not bottling my feelings inside like most people my age do.
for fifty years have you walked this earth for fifty more will I walk like you for fifty years have you stood proudly and boldly for fifty more will I stand like you for fifty years have you served so resolutely for fifty more will I serve like you for fifty years have you seized so relentlessly for fifty more will I seize my own for fifty years have you reached for better for fifty more will I reach like you for fifty years have you loved endlessly for fifty more will I endlessly love this you have inspired within me all I do is for you
Though my path is not always clear sometimes it takes a hard look in the mirror I need to know where I've been to know where I'm going and then It's up to me to overcome all the strife That I've been through in my life and never lose sight of my dreams For my kids and my family--we're a team I grew up without hope and so much more I'm glad my kids can be happy. They are adored! For them to grow up free of fear Is something I hold especially dear I wonder how I avoided the pitfalls of this earth But as I grew older, people saw me and found worth Now I am free to live and love as I please The times of enduring and persisting have ceased
and I would call you my Heathcliff, but I am no Catherine.
You were a complex character before I made my impact, I cannot claim to have caused your wounds, nor to have healed your heart, But for the time we had, I hope I brought you some small, ( however small) amount of joy, or at least rest, from the wicked souls who tormented you That now reside in a shadow behind your smile.
And yes, in a way I suppose I have the qualities of Catherine, I too broke my own heart, but at least you could recognise that you too, played your part.
It is a sticky night. Like the watermelon that drips down your chin Like the humid air that sticks to your skin Like that song you can name when the first note is hit Uncomfortable, beautiful Like the clothes that stick to your back Because you have clothes Like the way that our messed-up families stick together Because you have a family It is messy, like glue It is sticky, a sticky summer night Like all of those nights, long ago Like the blood that was shed for you, for me, by a stranger By hundreds of strangers It’s a legacy and it sticks And we can only pray that nights such as these will become a memory, something permanent a fixed point in time, something that endures We hope that, even just for a little while It might just stick around