I am the story of your timeline
The story of your guidelines,
The timeless amounts of times you told your kids you would have a better life.
The emotions, the disappointment I see in your eyes when you find out your fourteen year old daughter is pregnant.
I am the sadness when your son has been shot, can you feel me?
I am the restraint you try to have instead of picking up a gun.
I am the happiness you feel when you walk across the stage and pull the tassel to the other side.
The pride in a mother when she's raised her daughter into a beautiful young woman.
The birth of a new beginning and the courage of a mother to give her baby up for adoption and be strong.
I am the alcohol, in which your father took countless drinks of and then became enraged and showed the side you hate, and then it becomes too late and your mother is lying in her casket with bruises, and cuts that couldn't be covered by the make-up that covers her natural beauty.
Watch me... become the words you said to the homeless girl you called poor and dirty, when all she wants to do is be the first female president, and keep her brothers away from their abusive step-dad. I am the condom you threw away, the disgrace you have for your unborn child and the child support for 18 years.
I am the tears...the fears she has when she sees her mother's boyfriends face hoping he won’t touch her but can’t tell because he said he'll kill her, her mother, and her little brother.
I am life...and without me where would you be?
Unable to share changes, and hardships, promotions and commotions.
But I give you all things great things and all I get in return is being taking me for granted...Slanted! Like italics backwards like the "S" on my chest because I am super and without me you are nothing....literally.