Poppa had a bad day,
So he came home and fixed a cup coffee.
Added a splash of whiskey for good measure
Turned on some rhythm and blues
Tuned his psyche to a new station
He proceeded to elevate into new realms
His soles moved to the rhythm
His soul connected with the blues
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Wednesday, September 23, 2015
The kiss
A kiss on my left temple sent stimulating energy past my shoulders and down my left side.
A glorious kiss with intentions sent forth to soothe my achy back and weary head.
The kiss of God, of healing, the sincerest cohesion between breath and flesh.
Love's eternal, perfect kiss that resurrects and gives life.
A glorious kiss with intentions sent forth to soothe my achy back and weary head.
The kiss of God, of healing, the sincerest cohesion between breath and flesh.
Love's eternal, perfect kiss that resurrects and gives life.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more
People pumpin' collagen
Going to college and ain't gettin' nothin'
Educated fools
Lookin' at bowls of stool
This world is full of it
They said ain't ain't a word
But my Aint used to squeeze me with super hugs
And kiss me on my cheeks
And say, "ain't she cute!"
These hodgepodge grammatical rules suggest that I use proper suffixes and tenses
But their verbiage has prefixed my present tense with some bu!!$h!t
The I-N-G don't make nothin active in my presence
It is the I in thee, the I in me
With my eyes I see
Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more
Super glue, acrylic and hair weaves to hold us together
We used to weave winnow baskets tightly to hold stuff together
Now we shootin' baskets to get out the hood
Now we shootin' people for walking through our hood
And the police shootin' boys for walking with hoods
Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more
And mothers ain't big mammas no more
She a pretty young thang who like to get it on the floor
She twerk it low to the ground like her conscience
Because the man she admires said, "drop that thang on the floor!"
Then he dropped her like a lost phone call
Then they lost contact
And she tried to call back
But ain't no redo or reset buttons
Then baby came out cute as a button
And baby ain't have no man to admire
So baby grew up tryin' to fill a false desire
Everything baby learned came from environment
Baby learned fine arts from the finest music videos
Baby studied language arts from the radio station
And learned communications from mamma's phone conversations
Chit chats about reality TV
And real housewives that are single
And the status updates in real time
Fake comments and fake smiles
Fake friends to follow you
While paying dress up in the mirror
For a host of likes
Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more
We used to play dress up with our best friend
While playing house with her brother you had a crush on
Then our dreams got crushed on with isms and phobias
And I woke up with nightmares
I drifted in insomnia
Because Poppa was a rollin' stone
Who rolled up and drifted in the clouds
He ain't never come back down
And I kept searchin' like lost and found
I never knew how to get up there
So I looked up to the pretty young thang
But a mother she was not
She was my best friend and gossip partner
She was my chastisement and often absentee
So I looked to the programs for role models
I wanted to be just like the fair skinned model chicks
And learned class from late night flicks
So I needed to fix on my wide nose
A reduction of my hips
A little bleach here
And nip tuck there
Here a cut
There a cut
Every where is messed up
Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more
(Inspired by a young female artist I once heard speak to the people)
Ain't nobody real no more
People pumpin' collagen
Going to college and ain't gettin' nothin'
Educated fools
Lookin' at bowls of stool
This world is full of it
They said ain't ain't a word
But my Aint used to squeeze me with super hugs
And kiss me on my cheeks
And say, "ain't she cute!"
These hodgepodge grammatical rules suggest that I use proper suffixes and tenses
But their verbiage has prefixed my present tense with some bu!!$h!t
The I-N-G don't make nothin active in my presence
It is the I in thee, the I in me
With my eyes I see
Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more
Super glue, acrylic and hair weaves to hold us together
We used to weave winnow baskets tightly to hold stuff together
Now we shootin' baskets to get out the hood
Now we shootin' people for walking through our hood
And the police shootin' boys for walking with hoods
Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more
And mothers ain't big mammas no more
She a pretty young thang who like to get it on the floor
She twerk it low to the ground like her conscience
Because the man she admires said, "drop that thang on the floor!"
Then he dropped her like a lost phone call
Then they lost contact
And she tried to call back
But ain't no redo or reset buttons
Then baby came out cute as a button
And baby ain't have no man to admire
So baby grew up tryin' to fill a false desire
Everything baby learned came from environment
Baby learned fine arts from the finest music videos
Baby studied language arts from the radio station
And learned communications from mamma's phone conversations
Chit chats about reality TV
And real housewives that are single
And the status updates in real time
Fake comments and fake smiles
Fake friends to follow you
While paying dress up in the mirror
For a host of likes
Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more
We used to play dress up with our best friend
While playing house with her brother you had a crush on
Then our dreams got crushed on with isms and phobias
And I woke up with nightmares
I drifted in insomnia
Because Poppa was a rollin' stone
Who rolled up and drifted in the clouds
He ain't never come back down
And I kept searchin' like lost and found
I never knew how to get up there
So I looked up to the pretty young thang
But a mother she was not
She was my best friend and gossip partner
She was my chastisement and often absentee
So I looked to the programs for role models
I wanted to be just like the fair skinned model chicks
And learned class from late night flicks
So I needed to fix on my wide nose
A reduction of my hips
A little bleach here
And nip tuck there
Here a cut
There a cut
Every where is messed up
Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more
(Inspired by a young female artist I once heard speak to the people)
Sunday, September 6, 2015
War ain't fair
There are secrets that will never be told from a father to his son
Because his ears lay deaf on the seashore.
The soldier will never again slip into linens for a nights slumber.
His country flag is the material of his final rest.
War ain't fair.
The warm hug of a mother grows cold in her barren bosom
As baby rests on coarse granules of sediment.
The echo of laughter drifts beyond the walls to a place of misery
Where brotherly love once thrived in a smile.
War ain't fair.
Sweet lovers will never know their first kiss.
Playmates will forget their favorite hand games washed away in the waters.
Empty seats at the dinner table leave hearts and homes devoid
As the soldier tried to make peace on a battlefield.
War ain't fair.
Because his ears lay deaf on the seashore.
The soldier will never again slip into linens for a nights slumber.
His country flag is the material of his final rest.
War ain't fair.
The warm hug of a mother grows cold in her barren bosom
As baby rests on coarse granules of sediment.
The echo of laughter drifts beyond the walls to a place of misery
Where brotherly love once thrived in a smile.
War ain't fair.
Sweet lovers will never know their first kiss.
Playmates will forget their favorite hand games washed away in the waters.
Empty seats at the dinner table leave hearts and homes devoid
As the soldier tried to make peace on a battlefield.
War ain't fair.
Saturday, August 22, 2015
The institution solution
I’ve been institutionalized.
My eyes have fallen from the sky
And my esteem is doomed to never rise.
My future is only fictions of the unseen or what I can see a nightly dream,
I’m a tarnished star that was never destined to gleam.
Since the day of my birth, my fate was scripted on this earth,
To follow the path of many before me and eventually lose my self-worth.
I had to follow a plan, step-by-step that was created by the man.
Each step was excruciating as he lent me no hand.
But as I climbed my way to the top,
I kept good spirits as the masses encouraged me not to stop.
Because as explained, once there, the sky’s the limit,
But my enthusiastic mind has turned timid.
I’ve been institutionalized.
My eyes have fallen from the sky
And my esteem is doomed to never rise.
Because in this plan I’ve become entangled with the man
And I’ve lost my hands.
They’re tied behind my back
As I borrow my future, never to get it back.
And using all my good will to serve the institution,
For the institution
And by the institution.
I guess you can call it something like prostitution.
Institution of course being the pimp,
Me the pimpee, employee, and forever the payee.
And so, in the vision of my sorrowed eyes
I cannot reach beyond the horizon where the land meets the sky.
Following this yellow brick road to the man so he can answer my question,
My heart reeks in despair as I submit this confession...
That I’ve been institutionalized.
My eyes have fallen from the sky
And my esteem is doomed to never rise.
(Circa 2009)
My eyes have fallen from the sky
And my esteem is doomed to never rise.
My future is only fictions of the unseen or what I can see a nightly dream,
I’m a tarnished star that was never destined to gleam.
Since the day of my birth, my fate was scripted on this earth,
To follow the path of many before me and eventually lose my self-worth.
I had to follow a plan, step-by-step that was created by the man.
Each step was excruciating as he lent me no hand.
But as I climbed my way to the top,
I kept good spirits as the masses encouraged me not to stop.
Because as explained, once there, the sky’s the limit,
But my enthusiastic mind has turned timid.
I’ve been institutionalized.
My eyes have fallen from the sky
And my esteem is doomed to never rise.
Because in this plan I’ve become entangled with the man
And I’ve lost my hands.
They’re tied behind my back
As I borrow my future, never to get it back.
And using all my good will to serve the institution,
For the institution
And by the institution.
I guess you can call it something like prostitution.
Institution of course being the pimp,
Me the pimpee, employee, and forever the payee.
And so, in the vision of my sorrowed eyes
I cannot reach beyond the horizon where the land meets the sky.
Following this yellow brick road to the man so he can answer my question,
My heart reeks in despair as I submit this confession...
That I’ve been institutionalized.
My eyes have fallen from the sky
And my esteem is doomed to never rise.
(Circa 2009)
Friday, August 14, 2015
Warfare
God help me please.
I'm bowed down spittin' surahs and verses,
Lighting candles and calling the ancestors.
Tryin' to hail me a Mary or the gods of this earth.
I don't care which religion saves me, I just need a savior.
The missiles went flyin' through the air on Wednesday,
The secondary school was destroyed on Thursday,
And one hundred fifty casualties were counted by Friday.
Thirty-three fathers, twenty-five mothers,
Forty siblings under the age of eight, twelve grandmothers,
Thirteen uncles, nine nieces, seventeen babies, and one politician
Makes a disturbing equation.
I'm livin' in warfare.
I need a heroine with some supernatural powers,
But everybody knows that heroin in the hood is illegal.
The only secret identity is your street alias
And the encrypted language used to keep business up.
Brown sugar makes deals with arms in my backyard
Just the same as international arms deals in my backyard.
A state of war has been declared.
Our neighbors arsenal stash has exceeded our count.
Allies have left the table and gone under the table.
Undercover dealings and unsuspected insurgents.
False flagging, now they're bragging while you're nagging.
And everybody is pissed off.
I'm livin' in warfare.
My home isn't safe and I've been classified a refugee.
I had to take refuge from the anarchy.
I need rescuing from these fire breathing reptiles.
I'm lookin' for a shero in a dope outfit, with an afro,
And cape that waves in the air when she soars.
Maybe she can be beautiful, something like a Tahitian black pearl.
Then maybe she can chase these dragons away.
She'll confuse the enemy like politics.
The same politics that caused this war, that caused this death,
That called the troops, that called for the Sargent to call the mother
Of the soldier that doesn't get to call home anymore.
The blood stained uniform, like that of a deity, inflicts pain.
There is no love in war.
There is nothing fair about the torture of syringes piercing the body.
The destruction of all things is inevitable,
Whether it be war crimes or crimes against humanity.
Whether it be government controlled or secret proprietors.
Whether they label it a war on drugs or a war on crime
To secretly cover up the war against marginalized persons.
Funding of nonsense is expensive and dysfunctional.
I wish I had an escape from this warfare.
I'm bowed down spittin' surahs and verses,
Lighting candles and calling the ancestors.
Tryin' to hail me a Mary or the gods of this earth.
I don't care which religion saves me, I just need a savior.
The missiles went flyin' through the air on Wednesday,
The secondary school was destroyed on Thursday,
And one hundred fifty casualties were counted by Friday.
Thirty-three fathers, twenty-five mothers,
Forty siblings under the age of eight, twelve grandmothers,
Thirteen uncles, nine nieces, seventeen babies, and one politician
Makes a disturbing equation.
I'm livin' in warfare.
I need a heroine with some supernatural powers,
But everybody knows that heroin in the hood is illegal.
The only secret identity is your street alias
And the encrypted language used to keep business up.
Brown sugar makes deals with arms in my backyard
Just the same as international arms deals in my backyard.
A state of war has been declared.
Our neighbors arsenal stash has exceeded our count.
Allies have left the table and gone under the table.
Undercover dealings and unsuspected insurgents.
False flagging, now they're bragging while you're nagging.
And everybody is pissed off.
I'm livin' in warfare.
My home isn't safe and I've been classified a refugee.
I had to take refuge from the anarchy.
I need rescuing from these fire breathing reptiles.
I'm lookin' for a shero in a dope outfit, with an afro,
And cape that waves in the air when she soars.
Maybe she can be beautiful, something like a Tahitian black pearl.
Then maybe she can chase these dragons away.
She'll confuse the enemy like politics.
The same politics that caused this war, that caused this death,
That called the troops, that called for the Sargent to call the mother
Of the soldier that doesn't get to call home anymore.
The blood stained uniform, like that of a deity, inflicts pain.
There is no love in war.
There is nothing fair about the torture of syringes piercing the body.
The destruction of all things is inevitable,
Whether it be war crimes or crimes against humanity.
Whether it be government controlled or secret proprietors.
Whether they label it a war on drugs or a war on crime
To secretly cover up the war against marginalized persons.
Funding of nonsense is expensive and dysfunctional.
I wish I had an escape from this warfare.
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Exodus
Eluding the grips of some strange gravitational pull that keeps me bound in confusion, my inner being cannot rationalize what the eyes see. They watch the masses assemble by the instructions of the masterminds whose only agenda is to undermine any sense of hope, life or freedoms.
Xenophobia of my kinsmen uprooted from our homeland by the very xenophobes who say we do not belong here. Yet here is nowhere and nothing that was ever given to the minorities that falsely claim deeds, borders and position.
Our present is obstructed by the wrath of pharaohs who glorify themselves while making all others bond servants. The mind is under arrest wallowing in the feed of the news feed, which causes us to continuously feed into the slop being fed.
Dare we make a healthy diet of divinity or a destiny buried deep in the desolate lands of oppression. Stolen from great warriors, ripped from the village, and torn from the womb, my people have lost spiritual connections.
Under the auspice of the Great Source, may it be returned to us as we turn within on our quest for self. May we gain the wisdom to banish the pharaohs forever into clouds of darkness and fire, and then forever understand who we are.
Structures of light and sanctuaries of love promote a peaceful nation for all to thrive. Yet evil intentions with weapons of mass destruction, like syndicated programs and media printouts, stream life into disarray.
Eventually, there must be an emergence of new birth. At current, the intellectual lies dormant, strong leaders are an endangered species, and truth speakers need resurrecting like it's the third day.
X and Y chromosomes of royalty and DNA that unveils true identity pumps through the brave hearts that will ascend and transmute this world. We will take flight like a great wind and attract the energies from the polars of the earth.
Only when we seek the truth, embrace it and make it life, then we shall find who we are and our place in this universe. Therefore, no more toiling in pharaoh's sand, nor reasoning with irrationality, and loathing in mediocrity.
Defeated and blindly we march through the labyrinth of society, involuntarily inducted at sunrise and returning to the earth at sunset hoping to be remembered. Instead, dare to have the notion to just be, not in the future or the past, but be here at present alive and full.
Unify the senses to clearly see what is in plain sight. Loose the shackles of Egypt and break free to hear birds tweet from the tree of life and not the manufactured cellulars that craft living cells into drones.
Slavery cannot prevail in consciousness. Though ships and holding cells, untruths and false documents have been destroyed, the mind is the greatest slave vessel ever to be controlled and waiting to be set free.
Xenophobia of my kinsmen uprooted from our homeland by the very xenophobes who say we do not belong here. Yet here is nowhere and nothing that was ever given to the minorities that falsely claim deeds, borders and position.
Our present is obstructed by the wrath of pharaohs who glorify themselves while making all others bond servants. The mind is under arrest wallowing in the feed of the news feed, which causes us to continuously feed into the slop being fed.
Dare we make a healthy diet of divinity or a destiny buried deep in the desolate lands of oppression. Stolen from great warriors, ripped from the village, and torn from the womb, my people have lost spiritual connections.
Under the auspice of the Great Source, may it be returned to us as we turn within on our quest for self. May we gain the wisdom to banish the pharaohs forever into clouds of darkness and fire, and then forever understand who we are.
Structures of light and sanctuaries of love promote a peaceful nation for all to thrive. Yet evil intentions with weapons of mass destruction, like syndicated programs and media printouts, stream life into disarray.
Eventually, there must be an emergence of new birth. At current, the intellectual lies dormant, strong leaders are an endangered species, and truth speakers need resurrecting like it's the third day.
X and Y chromosomes of royalty and DNA that unveils true identity pumps through the brave hearts that will ascend and transmute this world. We will take flight like a great wind and attract the energies from the polars of the earth.
Only when we seek the truth, embrace it and make it life, then we shall find who we are and our place in this universe. Therefore, no more toiling in pharaoh's sand, nor reasoning with irrationality, and loathing in mediocrity.
Defeated and blindly we march through the labyrinth of society, involuntarily inducted at sunrise and returning to the earth at sunset hoping to be remembered. Instead, dare to have the notion to just be, not in the future or the past, but be here at present alive and full.
Unify the senses to clearly see what is in plain sight. Loose the shackles of Egypt and break free to hear birds tweet from the tree of life and not the manufactured cellulars that craft living cells into drones.
Slavery cannot prevail in consciousness. Though ships and holding cells, untruths and false documents have been destroyed, the mind is the greatest slave vessel ever to be controlled and waiting to be set free.
Saturday, August 8, 2015 2:09PM EDT
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Bed Ridden
I don’t want to get up in the mornings, I keep resetting the alarm clock.
My mind gets tired as soon as I process today’s thought. Unhappy environments drain every inch of me. Destiny and fate assure me that this is not where I’m supposed to be. I stand in line to punch in, and for six hours straight I die within, and can’t settle with the fact that tomorrow I’ll do it all again.
My mind gets tired as soon as I process today’s thought. Unhappy environments drain every inch of me. Destiny and fate assure me that this is not where I’m supposed to be. I stand in line to punch in, and for six hours straight I die within, and can’t settle with the fact that tomorrow I’ll do it all again.
Systems set up that fail to irrigate the proper nutrients that help the crops grow. Systems set up that lead from inner city and end at death row.
I was hired to teach daddy’s girl and momma’s boy, I was hired to teach America’s youth. I don’t desire to teach a biased curriculum, I don’t desire to tie educational lies with historical truth.
And that’s why I don’t want to get up in the mornings, I keep resetting the alarm clock. My mind gets tired as soon as I process today’s thought.
And this economic depression, puts all optimism into regression, slowly turning into suppression of I want, I had but it exists no more so I can’t have, joy turned to sad, the speakers voice suppressed in the pad. Drowning in the ink of the pen, which has a mighty position on the lives of men. But nobody smart ever reads, In their minds they plant no wisdom seeds, but live life on the basis of what they see.
And might they see me? A great leader I could be, but I don’t want to get up in the mornings, I keep resetting the alarm clock. My mind gets tired as soon as I process today’s thought. And all while I’m bed ridden, my message shall remain hidden.
Until I choose to get up and put on my shoes, and then walk a mile down the road of life trying not to hit snooze.
(Circa April 2009)
Monday, February 2, 2015
The Chance Principle
If I had a chance I'd dance among the stars
Because my dreams would take me to the moon
Sunshine would reflect from me so I could light darkness
I'd separate the mourning from radiating joy
I'd cause healthy crops to grow that nourish the body
I'd light the path to consciousness and ingenuity
I'd set fire to injustice, poverty, hate, and greed
I'd be the light if I had a chance
#ChancePrinciple
Because my dreams would take me to the moon
Sunshine would reflect from me so I could light darkness
I'd separate the mourning from radiating joy
I'd cause healthy crops to grow that nourish the body
I'd light the path to consciousness and ingenuity
I'd set fire to injustice, poverty, hate, and greed
I'd be the light if I had a chance
#ChancePrinciple
Monday, January 19, 2015
I'm in love with a stranger
No perfect sunset by the seaside but my heart drowning in the depths of his eyes
And my eyes as they locked, and a smile provoking wishes of always
Obsessions over his perfect satin, earthly brown, sun kissed skin
Like my next of kin, like my father, like my first born, skin like me
I hope he likes me and the soft glances I keep sending across the room
If there is room in your heart I would like to come in and have a look around
Walk around and perch myself somewhere comfortable between now and forever
Eternity sounds like a good place to start
We can start to tell one another everything we already know about each other
Without words our souls connect in synchronized melodies
The perfect composition of chords
Harmony
We dance around the room in subtle avoidance so not to expose our secret
Doing the secret lovers dance of wide staring eyes and shy telling eyes to the ground
Grounded in your intellect and zeal for life, you give me life, you tempt me to live
I am alive, I can feel pulsations doing a spectacular rotation throughout my anatomy
Studying your physique, bright smile and the words drifting from your perfect lips
Your tongue challenges the secrets of my heart to reveal themselves
This is a revelation to start a revolution for love, to send out a petition
Petition my emotions to break free and immerse themselves into joy
Immersion of our two planets becoming one and aligning with the stars
Starring on the grand stage of show and tell and give it all you have
You can have all of me
Everlasting
The universe has rotated into this perfect position
Positioning the day that I would meet my destiny in physical form
Forming a halo of serenity in the air for me to breathe
Breathing in all of his energy and wondering who he is and when he will be mine
Mine today and mines tomorrow; they are one in the same
We have the same last name, the same intoxicating smile and the same love struck look
Look deep into me and come let us be one from this day forward
Moving forward from a stranger of new acquaintance to my lifelong lover and friend
Friendly conversations to pass the days into infinity filled with kisses
Kissing the sweet tears of happiness from my face, he makes me content
I'm in love with a stranger
Complete
(8/27/14)
And my eyes as they locked, and a smile provoking wishes of always
Obsessions over his perfect satin, earthly brown, sun kissed skin
Like my next of kin, like my father, like my first born, skin like me
I hope he likes me and the soft glances I keep sending across the room
If there is room in your heart I would like to come in and have a look around
Walk around and perch myself somewhere comfortable between now and forever
Eternity sounds like a good place to start
We can start to tell one another everything we already know about each other
Without words our souls connect in synchronized melodies
The perfect composition of chords
Harmony
We dance around the room in subtle avoidance so not to expose our secret
Doing the secret lovers dance of wide staring eyes and shy telling eyes to the ground
Grounded in your intellect and zeal for life, you give me life, you tempt me to live
I am alive, I can feel pulsations doing a spectacular rotation throughout my anatomy
Studying your physique, bright smile and the words drifting from your perfect lips
Your tongue challenges the secrets of my heart to reveal themselves
This is a revelation to start a revolution for love, to send out a petition
Petition my emotions to break free and immerse themselves into joy
Immersion of our two planets becoming one and aligning with the stars
Starring on the grand stage of show and tell and give it all you have
You can have all of me
Everlasting
The universe has rotated into this perfect position
Positioning the day that I would meet my destiny in physical form
Forming a halo of serenity in the air for me to breathe
Breathing in all of his energy and wondering who he is and when he will be mine
Mine today and mines tomorrow; they are one in the same
We have the same last name, the same intoxicating smile and the same love struck look
Look deep into me and come let us be one from this day forward
Moving forward from a stranger of new acquaintance to my lifelong lover and friend
Friendly conversations to pass the days into infinity filled with kisses
Kissing the sweet tears of happiness from my face, he makes me content
I'm in love with a stranger
Complete
(8/27/14)
Goodbyes are difficult
Goodbyes are difficult, especially when they last for a long time. On the last day we met I said, "Good morning!" and went on to explain how I do not get to see you much and I wanted to know how you were getting along. You replied with cheer as you always did, dressed in red and a light of happiness radiating from you.
We went our separate ways as our day began and fulfilled our daily duties. When the day concluded, I was drawn to your classroom and popped in for a chat. This was out of the ordinary, but I now know that God needed us to speak one last time. He wanted to show me your kindness and generosity. He wanted me to understand fully what it means to be humble and positive. You were a brilliant example of what it means to be a friend to all, a loving mother and teacher.
Our goodbye has been a defining moment in my life. I have learned what it means to be "a light." You were "the light" in this place because you only brightened us with positivity. It was the way you walked, the way you talked, and what you did.
This goodbye has been difficult, but I still keep a "good morning" in my heart along with your smile, good energy, and joy. I will continue to carry a piece of your light to keep shining in this place.
In remembrance of Iboyla "Ibi" Ryan
We went our separate ways as our day began and fulfilled our daily duties. When the day concluded, I was drawn to your classroom and popped in for a chat. This was out of the ordinary, but I now know that God needed us to speak one last time. He wanted to show me your kindness and generosity. He wanted me to understand fully what it means to be humble and positive. You were a brilliant example of what it means to be a friend to all, a loving mother and teacher.
Our goodbye has been a defining moment in my life. I have learned what it means to be "a light." You were "the light" in this place because you only brightened us with positivity. It was the way you walked, the way you talked, and what you did.
This goodbye has been difficult, but I still keep a "good morning" in my heart along with your smile, good energy, and joy. I will continue to carry a piece of your light to keep shining in this place.
In remembrance of Iboyla "Ibi" Ryan
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