I walk down the stairs in an outfit most dads...
"I hate you!"
"I hate you too!"...
The life that I entered a long time ago,
The things that would happen for I would never...
The voice of reason
rings in my head...
I can honestly admit to myself now
that i don't miss you...
Dear Mom,
are you proud of me...
Dear my sweet brother,
that is closer to me than my own mother...
Much distance now between us
And not just in the miles...
** To my Grandmother who I never got to meet...
I dream of the one not there Thinking of reasons...
Sincerely Kendra...
Before I was me, you held my hand and guided me
Giving me the wings to set me free...
She was my best friend
She was my support...