They taught me that some are born without ears, and others missing eyes
That you can paint the bars on the wall and have the deaf not understand

They taught me that sometimes you have to be your own parent

That youth is a figure of speech and childhood exists most in a lonely adult

That there is a difference between growing up and growing old

They taught me that sex does not always reflect love because love is effortless

That I should straighten up
That no ones head is really that heavy

I learned to let your actions define you

Move with a motive and speak without sorries

To be grateful for aching feet and a cloudy conscience

To feed off of fear for personal gain

That Sometimes fear overrides respect

To let the weak be weak and yourself grow stronger

That every-one's got scars and with them stories
Some better than others

You can look across a room
And recognize a person's scars
And recollect a persons memories