Anastacia recites Family Tree by Joaquin Zihuatanejo
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.
Hope by Anastacia - A Spoken Word Poem
It’s easy for me. I’m just her son.
I can’t truly understand,
How far she has come.
How hard it must be to raise a boy
to raise a man.
To teach him to work hard
and be all that he can.
I look back at her struggle
and feel her pain.
Her children she smuggled
and lived in shame.
Lived in the shadows and
hoped for the best.
She said:
Daddy I miss you, and when I see you, I’m gonna kiss you.
He said:
In life there are no such things as real friends.
She said:
I don’t know where I’d be without you. I wouldn’t have known where to begin.
She said:
You always make me smile.
It starts with one. The initial spark. The flicker. That 1 teaches 2. Much like I have tried to teach my two. Those 2 teach 4. Yet in reality they teach more. They spread. Like a virus. Like a fire. Dreams, right? Impossible! Yet it is possible. Everything we see around us was once a dream. As crazy as it may seem. Someone had to manifest it and risk the humiliation. Wait! Those 4 teach 16. 16...
Silence can indeed be golden.
It is a beautiful day to say
I miss you and when I see you
well…I’m going to kiss you.
It’s a beautiful day to say I care.
Because with each passing day
I become wiser and find a new gray hair.
And the wiser I become
the more I realize there’s no day like today
and there’s no days to spare.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.