THE STORY
Sunday, October 22, 2006
I can feel the differences between us. The differences and the ego, was so much bigger then the kitchen we were in. In the naked eyes you can see her in her sarong and her somewhat almost nice blouse and I was in my FBT shorts and my not so new t-shirt.
She is getting her caffeine from the usual decaf coffee as for me; I was getting mine from my usual semi flat coke light.
The differences weren't just about the way we dress, the way we talk or even the food we eat daily. There's more to it. She grew up listening to some rock 'n' roll music and surviving the e'peace era. Whereas, I grew up listening music from the Internet and watching movies from VCD are so yesterday. The differences. It is so much bigger and so much more significance than what we realize.
However, the similarities are just much more significance than the differences. To an extend that it overshadows the differences. Something like the hardheadedness that is harder than some rock. The DNA we share. The shopping genes she passes down to me. The similar bimbotic style kinda act that comes randomly. The similar style of sarcasm remarks we make to people.
I am well aware that I turn out to be somewhat an ordinary person. Not the nicest person around I do admit. But to have her raising me and become the person that I am today.. I just got say...... I thank you for everything and I blame you for nothing.
I am not really good with words. But I guess a lil help to help to express myself better will mean no harm... I hope this song from Kanye West will help you all understand what I am talking about.
I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine
This little light of mine and I'm finna let it shine
I'm finna take yall back to them better times
I'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mind
Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes
Cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies,
then I started to cry
As we knelt on the kitchen floor
I said mommy Imma love you till you don't hurt no more
And when I'm older, you aint gotta work no more
And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford
See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable
Highly capable, lady that's makin loot
A livin legend too, just look at what heaven do
Send us an angel, and I thank you
Hey Mama
I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz
I'm so proud of you
I know I act a fool but,
I promise you I'm goin back to school
I appreciate what you allowed for me
I just want you to be proud of me
Forrest Gump mama said, life is like a box of chocolates
My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate
Somethin to fall back on, you could profit with
But still supported me when I did the opposite
Now I feel like it's things I gotta get
Things I gotta do,
just to prove to you that
You was getting through.....
It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday
For me to just call and say...Hey Mama, I love you......
Hey Mama
You know I love you so, I never let you goI wrote this song just so you know, no matter where you go, my love is true.
Happy "21st" Birthday Mama
Listen to the song with the thought of your mama and all the sacrifices she have done for you even before you were born.
Hey Mama By Kanye West
Ainnie J re-living Sunday, October 22, 2006