"Being a Negro in America means trying to smile when you want to cry. It means trying to hold on to physical life amid psychological death. It means the pain of watching your children grow up with clouds of inferiority in their mental skies. It means having their legs off, and then being condemned for being a cripple." Where Do We Go From Here 1967.
1)Where I AM FROM,
I'm from slavery, segregation, and cruelty,
I'm from hard bitter streets filled with busted cars with nothing but the windshields stolen from them, decaying old houses filled with mold, hola, and cracks, filled with violent gang members, street thugs, and killers,
I'm from broken families, arguments,
But, I'm also from love, kindness, and unity,
I'm from a bigger picture, growing broader and broader everyday,
I'm from not a team, but a brotherhood, a lifetime of friends who bring each other up,
I'm from hard work, pushing yourself to the sky, and succeeding with extreme prejudice,
I might be from a many hard times, terrible poverty, and struggling,
But I'm also from prosperous living, great education and discipline, I'd never change where I'm from, because where I'm from, is going far.
2)Not often do I feel this way,
But when I do it is easy to say,
That I may,
At any given day,
Strutting down to all my friends,
But the question depends,
It varies from family to family,
Wondering what is the true fantasy,
But the answer to this question,
Is that you can't just be onto the next one,
It becomes known when you're depressed,
But really are you in distress,
Living a life of lies,
But then the truth comes in like tides,
You try to make strides,
But you can only go for the ride.......
In time, you might feel better,
But the guilt still wraps you up like a sweater,
That you won't share your feelings,
Knowing that were all human beings,
But in the end,
All I can say to you my friend,
Is never throw in the towel,
Because once in the bowels of defeat,
You will only become weak,
And want to sleep,
But to torture you,
They'll keep bringing up your virtues,
Just to knock them down,
And as you look up with a frown,
You can see what you want to be,
And it's that easy,
3)As we climb through this jungle canopy called life,
We must climb with great strife,
Never looking back,
Keeping straight and on the track,
We make sure not to stray,
Because once you stray you shall fray,
But we forget that rules are meant to be broken,
For once you have gained the token,
Of breaking through the barrier,
You will be much merrier,
To see the exotic wild,
Like the experience of raising a newborn child,
And overall happiness.
Life goes on,
From dusk to dawn, we are nothing but pawns,
And life is the king,
Like a bee sting,
Life hurts for a while,
But like tile, the pain dies down,
And maybe this pawn will become a queen,
Then some day this queen will checkmate life,
And we people will stride,
To immortality and eternity.
When i looked at her she smiled,
when i saw her she looked amazing,
Her sweet round face with short black hair said it all,
With her hazel eyes staring into mine i could tell that we could be happy,
As my heart raced i could tell that her heart was beating just as fast,
But then we split apart,
but with much thanks we have been put back together and now we are now happy.
Persistence is key,
To winning any game you see,
Persistence is giving it your full effort,
And focusing between the end and the start,
Giving an escort to your confidence,
And feeling dense with pride,
Until you fall,
Thinking that you'd win them all,
But that's where resilience comes in play,
And through the following days,
You're able to phase,
Through the maze,
Of defeat, and understand that you're not weak,
And then your back on Fleek,
Winning games in a streak,
And you're able to look the fear of loss in the face,
Then you're able to say, "You, are nothing but a disgrace,"
And you're able to lace your mind, around all that is kind,
And you say, o
On to the next fight.
Nothing but an ordinary day was today, focusing in not what I was doing now, but for what was to come, Basketball Practice, nothing but heart searing, gut pounding hard work determination is happening here, constant movement, never staying still, getting ready for the last basketball game of my Fenn career. This is the constant day in the life of Stephon kindle though, living everyday like its my last, pushing myself past the barriers I once had.
Today was a day for training, doing nothing but training like I was in the-Kwan-do, training for the biggest game of my Fenn career. Very important went hard all day long.
Today was heart racking, as we did nothing but practice, practice, practice. Nothing but going over and over and over and over the plays in our heads and on the court. Leaving it all on the court was the most important thing was, at the end of the day we had to give it our full effort, win, lose, or tie.
Today was the day we had to put life and limb on the line, doing nothing but pushing ourselves harder and harder at our last game against Fessi, a long rivalry against our schools and inparticularly some classmates on our team.
I did a little bit more today and my temp. went down a little bit more as well, constantly trying to focus your energy takes a lot out of you, and unfortunately it became a known fact to my family that I was very ill, I wanted my grandmother to know that eve though I was sick, I didn't need to get taken care of like I was a little baby, and I wanted my father to know the same, I was rather bored for most of the time and I felt like my weight was doing nothing but decreasing from the lack of appitite but I pressed on, I guess my Friday is going to be nothing but staying in.
Saturday was a much better feeling for me my temperture was back to normal, I could feel some of the nerdy coming back to me and my strength was starting to flow again, not to mention I was able to eat food again in a normal pattern like I usually would, it was turning out to be a relatively good day, but I couldn't shovel any snow which was the only downside, I also helped my father cut roses for my grandmother and a very sweet and kind neighbor of ours who's always checking on my grandmother. That night i went out with my father to retrieve food to eat and it felt good to be able to get out of the house again.
The fever had broken and I was moving around fairly well, it made me happy to see that I could move this way again, and I realised that I took my body for granted, this is what made me really understand what it's like to be someone who was frail and could not do a single thing for themselves and it didn't feel good to me in any way, and I knew that it would do nothing but get easier for here on out. Although my throat still felt a bit scratchy I was able to smile and say, I feel much better, actually thank you for asking. It made me feel delightful to do things for myself again because that's how I've always been, independent, and determined, that how your supposed to be in life I guess, nothing but sunshine from today on, is what I say.
Today was a day like any other except it was short, the snow was coming into view and everyone was excited to have a snow day. We were expecting this because of the terrible weather being forecasted but it was expected, because everyone said, this snow is long overdue so with that being said, I continued i ventures in any other way that day and when it came time for sports, which we had none of, we were on our way home to enjoy peace and tranquility for a few days.
This day was filled with nothing but relaxation, although I do have the most vivid headache I think is ever been known to man, but I digress, I only hope that it will go away soon, because if it doesn't I know that there will be a problem. I just checked my temperature and I'm waiting for the result but I already figured that I would be sick. Because of course every year it seems to be bad in one way or another with an ailment coming upon me and I am relentless to getting back to school but to no avail because of the illnesses grasp on me. So Im now at 99.4 degrees and I figured right, guess I have to just wait this one out.
So today I went to the hospital, feeling very weak and sluggish my father and i went slowly, but surely, to the hospital where it took all of TWENTY FIVE minutes to park in the hospital only parking garage, which on a normal day only takes about five minutes to park and get back to the main level. Now once we were in the hospital, we proceeded to the E.R where I was signed in rather rapidly. After taking my name address, phone number and weight, we proceeded to a nearby room, in which my blood pressure, bpms, and temperture where taken. After about three to five minutes, we were moved to a more suitable room, where the nurse that was assigned to me started the check up, I told her of all the symptoms I'd had and how I was feeling and she told me that it could be strept throat, so she took a sample from my throat and from there all we could do was wait, until about twenty minutes later i met the M.D. That was on my case about everything, which was a good thing in my opinion. She told me that the culture of my throat had came back negative but if anything were to come into view then she would personally alert us via phone call if I had any conditions. So after all was said and done I had gotten some answers and some instructions on how to get better, so I lived the rest of the day.
Nothing out of the ordinary came up today, I was focusing on nothing but getting better, it was important because I wanted to be sure to that I could walk without any weakness or pain and keep myself balance, so for most of the day, I did nothing but rest, trying to make sure not to stress myself too much then to hurt my chances of getting better even more. So I stayed in bed, ate little to nothing, for my appitite was little nothing, and slept. Not too bad for a sick guy.
Waking up because of my fathers curse of snoring made me realize that it was time to get to work, I earnestly got up and into the bathroom to wash myself. Then as the day truly started I slung articles of clothing on one after another to be sure that I would keep warm while I made my endevour to shovel my fathers car out of its dastardly parking space and eventually getting to his friends car who had stayed over the night before. We worked hard day in and day out helping the multitude of neighbors that needed assistance with there vehicles throughout the
Tuesday, was a day of rest and relaxation, watching he snow fall and being enhanced by slumber for a good majority of the day gave nothing but peace and tranquility, something that, with getting up wicked early in the morning, and getting home wicked late at night hasn't been a very serious option for me, but still I rage on. Playing cards and board games to pass the time away with my grandmother was something that was very dear to me in my heart because, it's times like these when you sit and reflect and you understand that nothing lasts forever and it's important to spend time with loved ones whenever you can because you grow up to fast and the years go by too quickly to enjoy the little things in life.
Monday was a day like any other, except for one thing, we knew that there was going to be some serious snow falling tonight eventing in the longest snow day ever consisting nothing but jokes and funny business. But we're just talking about Monday. So everyone went on with their day and it was a nice feel off day, until sports that is, of wait there were no sports so we went home early awesome. One of the more chilled days that I've ever had, I'll tell you that. Nothing but comfortable.