Tosha

Wow, is she beautiful I thought to myself
With her hazel contacts and her crimped micros, her glistening chocolate skin and her glossy pink lips hiding her achievements and her failure, her disappointments and her stress. A 17 year-old mind. For she has an education ahead of her common peers. And her responsibility is without doubt. But her responsibility makes her pluses and minuses. A baby to hold and to cherish. A newborn to love. Something to call her own. But, a disadvantage. Criticism she has to endure. Money, future, her baby's future. But yet I feel blessed. Blessed to be in her presence. Blessed to be in her family. Even though she does not show it. I know what she is capable of. And she will be okay someday and exceed everybody's expectations. I know it, because I believe it.