My Grandmother Taught Me

September 10th,1999

The day I was born or as I call it the day shit hit the fan

A sick infant, that’s what I was

My heart stopped my eyes didn’t open so on and so forth

Continuing down my time line

Mother left and Father did the best he could

He took me to my grandmother

And from that I learned. And she taught 

She taught me how to step

Picking the sides off of the greens but never include the stem

Pay attention to your surroundings 

Respect your elders

Be strong, be brave, believe 

We went to church and I watched as she played her tambourine

Crawling,walking,talking,riding a bike,cooking well trying to,writing,making my wrongs right.

When you fall you get back up and when you want to give up

Don’t

My grandmother taught me that the importance is not the start nor the end

The importance is the step taken between the two

Long story short my Grandmother taught me how to be me