Descendant of proud tribesmen and daughter of mighty rulers, I am the honored heir of warriors and wisemen. Born and blessed with the bent of words, I was bestowed the gift of Babel.
Survived the sight of my sanctuary Being turned to a battlefield. ****** into war without a warning, I danced with Death from dusk to dawn Until I became the light and lured it away. In the fight against life’s fatalities, I vowed to be victorious. I swore to survive.
Sacred with a soldier’s soul And the spirituality of saints, I am destined to move mountains. Unfazed and unapologetic, I am no longer afraid Of the flames, for I have become the fire. All the damaged petals, all the painful days, All the broken pieces are the proclamation That I prevailed. Pride pumps in my veins As harmony and peace hum in my heart.
My dad was a bus driver when I was a kid always a thrill when he'd take me out In his bus got me away from the house for the day Away from my abusive mother that dad was totally aware of I would sit behind the driver seat to watch my dad driving his bus He was well liked by all passengers for dad was so kind and polite and helpful to all He would drive through all those quaint little villages to pick up all the regular passengers I was so proud of him He was my dad and I missed so much when he passed away and at his funeral I spoke and said If I had a chance of one more day I'd wish for one more ride on a bus with him such a wonderful father he was
My dad was a bus driver he was so well liked by all his passengers always a pleasure he'd take me out with him for the day
The coils on your head are the crowns that were ripped from your ancestors' head. The melanin in your skin is the reminder of how the sun loved you when no one else would. The stripes on your hips are the representation of your growth. The scars on your skin are the proof that you won those battles. So don't you dare be ashamed of them. They make you who you are, and you should be proud of it.
A friend You are so special 88 days without you 88 days of tears 88 days staying up praying to the God I didn't believe in 88 days of praying, hoping for a miracle.
Such a brave friend you are to me so brave and strong and amazing. I'm proud to know you I'm proud to see your face once again now that you aren't on posters as 'Missing'.
I saw all these missing posters when I heard the news I took time to go around and cross out 'Missing' Then put 'Found' on the posters and now the posters are still up Along with another one that me and Chase and Lexa put up that I made that says:
'Jayme Closs is FOUND'
God I'm so happy that I'm in tears. She was always a good friend of mine, always such a good person, I kept hoping. I never gave up on thinking she was alive. I'm so relieved.
You are a scented candle. Your perfume is beautiful. You are running out of wax but you chose to be on fire, To spread brightness, In everyone's lives. I know, you will give more Until there is nothing. But you should notice That you'll die out slowly. You should stop messing about By burning yourself out. Do what makes you happy. Not what makes you proud.
Your life hasn't been all I had hoped it would be , You have been to **** and back, sometimes I blame me. But the struggles and journeys you have faced have made you the man you are today.. You have walked through this cold cruel world and kept your head held high, no matter what people might say. Mistakes, indeed you have made your fair share and will make many more. Just continue to learn from them son , keep being that guy that I adore. . You make me proud to be your momma, no matter how people talk. How special am I that you are my son , hand and hand we will walk. There's no way that evil will win baby boy with me by your side and you by mine. Back to back partner to partner no man among us will ever take our shine. I've been told by some very good guys, I should be very proud of the young man I raised , for his age he is very wise . . Many Nick names you earned son some of them you fit the roll, from leo , pchyco , baby boy to " a fine young man with an old soul".
Dedicated to my baby boy Dylan Hinton I love you very much