My beautiful cousin got married today. So blessed to have been part of such a special day.
(Source: iamthatmonster)
I Don’t Like!!!
I don’t like the violence and
bullying today in this world.
I don’t like that I am
depressed and angry.
I don’t like that
people see me as a
bad influence to
others.
I don’t like that all
I hear about is guns
and blood.
I don’t like that people
accuse me of using
violence too.
I don’t like that I
rumble with people
who accuse me of
being violent.
But I like that I
am changing and
I want the world
to change too.
Demetrius W., 9th grade.
(A poem by one of the students I worked with this year.)
I guess I’m going to be a teacher this fall. :)
City Year is over in less than a month. Although I’m looking forward to the end, I’m definitely going to miss it.
Today marks the first day of spring. And the first day I start working out again since… November (shame). I will be thoroughly impressed and pleased with myself if I manage to run for 10 minutes. Here we go!
Poet Breathe Now.
Like crack.
“In the past, I’ve been as guilty as anyone else of turning a blind eye to racist things people have said to me. For the most part, I have nodded along with the calculus that says that because “our people” have achieved and because we “didn’t have it as bad as others,” we should just shut up and…
The Whitney I knew, despite her success and worldwide fame, still wondered: Am I good enough? Am I pretty enough? Will they like me?
It was the burden that made her great …
Whitney if you could hear me now I would tell you, you weren’t just good enough — you were great. You sang the whole damn song without a band. You made the picture what it was.
A lot of leading men could have played my part, a lot of guys could have filled that role, but you, Whitney, I truly believed that you were the only one who that could have played Rachel Marin at that time.
You weren’t just pretty — you were as beautiful as a woman could be. And people didn’t just like you, Whitney — they loved you.
I was your pretend bodyguard once not so long ago, and now you’re gone too soon, leaving us with memories of a little girl who stepped bravely in front of this church, in front of the ones that loved you first, in front of the ones that loved you best and loved you the longest.
Then, boldly, you stepped into the white-hot light of the world stage, and what you did is the rarest of achievements. You set the bar so high that professional singers, your own colleagues, they don’t want to sing that little country song — what would be the point?
Now the only ones who sing your songs are young girls like you who are dreaming of being you some day.
And so to you, Bobbi Kristina, and to all those young girls who are dreaming that dream and maybe thinking they aren’t good enough, I think Whitney would tell you: Guard your bodies, and guard the precious miracle of your own life, and then sing your hearts out — knowing that there’s a lady in heaven who is making God Himself wonder how he created something so perfect.
So off you go, Whitney, off you go … escorted by an army of angels to your Heavenly Father. And when you sing before Him, don’t you worry — you’ll be good enough.
