STAND for something that is good
Be able to look each other in the eyes be honest
Love a lot, let it consume you
Be happy, find reasons just to smile
Stop trying to hurt each other, there is no gain from it
TAKE the high road, because no one wants to hate the person we see in the MIRROR
Peace is easier than you think…
Just shut up and LIVE GOOD!
Dear Ms. Henry,
For you I will REMEMBER how you laughed, in classes and in your office
Those jokes you told without us noticing that you were inserting a life long lesson
I will REMEMBER how you LISTENED and not just heard..you listened because you CARED
I will REMEMBER you as being more than just a lecturer,
You were a COMMUNICATOR…
You were a FRIEND
I will REMEMBER talking to you on facebook because you just wanted to catch up on how i was doing even though i left college over a year ago
I would wish on a shooting star to have one more day with you again…
Just enough time to tell you THANK YOU, I don’t think I ever really said it and for you touch my life like I was the first student you got close to is POWERFUL because somehow with all the craziness in your own life, you found time to make SO MANY STUDENTS feel just the same
For you Ms. Charmaine Henry…I WILL always REMEMBER YOU.
Tribute to Charmaine Henry who passed away on Monday, July 27, 2015
Drifting with the ripples
Fading towards to the sun
Drowning in thoughts
Swimming with the dolphins and the SHARKS
Lost at sea…
searching for an anchor…
Covering the marks made by the cravings
Trying to let go
Urging to hold on
Missing the pieces
Trying to accept that it is wrong
Feeling trapped in between worlds
Fighting your own thoughts everyday
Listening to them say it’s wrong to feel this way
Craving a piece of you
A piece of you that you don’t understand
Being brave sometimes but not enough
Confusing bravery with rebelling
It’s an ongoing fight…
A box of crayons so I can colour the world as I see it
Maybe I will colour the trees purple instead of green,
The sky pink instead of blue-
For the life of me I think water should have a colour…mmm maybe aqua?
I wonder if God had a box of crayons when he painted this world?
Looking back would he have coloured me BLACK? if he knew colouring you WHITE would cause a war?
What about the LATINOS? what colour would he have used if he knew all the conflicts and disunity it would cause
Or maybe he saw it the way I do…seeing a box of crayons and thinking how BEAUTIFUL they look TOGETHER…
RED, BLACK, WHITE, PURPLE, PINK, GREEN, then we mix them and made a COLOUR WHEEL
If we can see the RAINBOW as beautiful with all its colours…why then do we have RACISM?
for the life of me…I just love my box of CRAYONS!
Words of anger being thrown on RIPPED paper
with Sharpened points to PIERCE a pure white slate-
they are SPLASHED across the pages like the remains from a mighty SWORD.
Exhaling through my palms what you are too DEAF to HEAR.
SCREAMING from my thoughts; the SILENCE is deafening.
Writing ANGER through my trigger FINGERS
Since everyone is too busy to listen…
Staining my thoughts
As close to me as my face powder
You are my favourite make-up
The best flavour on my lips
Making trails of memory
My days are riding on flashbacks of you
Hints of last night left on me somewhere
You are my paw print
Design this canvas with lipstick paw stains for a 1000 years
for: Gerald #Happy6th
Say constructive things
Smile more than you frown
Hug instead of ignore
Try more, take the risks
Say “I love you” don’t be afraid to express it
Say more, don’t rely solely on assumptions
Do more, be adventurous
Sometimes you don’t get to be the one to call for help
You are the HELP
It gets tiring because even sometimes you would want to be held by superman too
BUT when you are SUPERMAN
You don’t get to run…
You just have to push through it, fight through it, get up off the ground and LEAD THE PACK!