Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 18
Sign: Aries
City: MIAMI
State: Florida
Country: US
Signup Date: 11/11/2005
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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Category: Life
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daddys poem
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far
You see he was a firefighter
and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and she saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.
They say it takes a minute to find a special
person, an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them, but then an entire
life to forget them. | ..>
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Monday, January 28, 2008
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Current mood:  bored
Category: Romance and Relationships
Fact of life Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived; Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the Others, including Love. One day, it was announced to all of the feelings, that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all of the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under water, love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then, 'Richness' was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked,"Richness, can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere." Then Love decided to ask 'Vanity' for help, who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." "I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet, and will damage my beautiful boat." Next, Love saw 'Sadness' passing by. Love said, " Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now." Then, Love saw 'Happiness'. Love cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed, that he didn't hear Love calling to him. Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice saying, "Come Love, I will take you with me." It was an old man. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed, that she forgot to ask the old man his name. When they arrived on land, the old man went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the old man. Love then found 'Knowledge' and asked, "Who was it that helped me?" "It was Time", Knowledge answered. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because Only Time is Capable of Understanding how Great Love Is." ~Author Unknown~
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Friday, December 08, 2006
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Current mood:  amused
Category: Life
You say i dnt look haitian Once again, as I surf the net I have come upon somethin that I can TRULY relate to.... I am ALWAYS hearing this and it pisses me off... Check this poem out-- Its PHENOMENAL!!!! You approached me with a smile on your lips and slapped me five, gave me jive and a pound of your ignorance by telling me that I don't look Haitian. You shook my hands to welcome me, and then shook my soul with your audacity, stating that I don't sound Haitian.You asked me if I was sure I was from Haiti when you are not sure where you are from and you carry this mentality to the doorsteps of your white houses and your media coverage showing me impoverished barefoot and hungry seeking food and water in the slums, you show the negative of my voodoo drums in a light of despair. I apprehension tdon't look or sound Haitian?Why?Is it because I do not have the seawater of Biscayne Bay dripping from my tattered clothes, or is it because I am not as dark as you perceived me to be, did I mess up your entire theory of relativity, to hell with einstein, you need to press rewind so you can see that all relatives of Haitians are not hungry, dark and comely, like the tents of your media's Kedar. I don't look Haitian you say?Is it because you did not catch me with a bucket on my head working in some factory with an accent on my tongue until I'm 40,50,60 dead tired, no I think your notion of me should have expired a loooooong time ago. I apologize if there is more to me than voodoo dolls, and I apologize if there is more to my country than slums, poverty and hunger, and I apologize if my poetry makes you wonder if I am really Haitian, product of years of miscegenation.I apologize if your idea and concept of me is not what I have proven to be, 100% dark skinned, accent on my tongue, with ano stand straight or look you in the eye, no fear of being hung.I'm sorry if you thought you'd find me in some sugar cane field, I know how many of your own people must feel, catching me with a pen and a college degree in my hand instead of a machete, turning your lies and stereotypes into silly confetti, you see, I AM Haitian, doctor, lawyer, teacher, accountant, nurse, and engineer, my goodness, I think we have instilled an absolute fear deep within your socio-political pseudo-humanitarian heart, because we have evolved from your views of primitive art because we were the ones to draw the freedom chart, is this why you want to keep us apart?Because we don't look like what you expected us to be? Or are you still upset because we declared we were free after riding the freedom train to it's 1,804th last stop, upset still because we made the world's mouth drop? Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Haitians have declared themselves free.Napoleon and Leclerc embarrassed internationally! Haiti becomes the original Statue of Liberty! Denmark Vesey inspired by Ayiti! Gabriel Prosser inspired by Ayiti even he used August as the month for his rebellious activity! Extra! Extra! Read All About It! We held truths to be self evident before the firstshackle, built an above ground railroad way before Harriet went Underground spoke to American pharaohs like Moses to let our people go, stood side by side with Arawaks and Tainos yes, we invoked our Petros AND Shangos, spoke with the same tongue as Patrick did, give ME liberty or give me death and before your 13 colonies we built our capital of freedom on 15 hills of wealth and called it Port of Princes. I don't look Haitian (sarcastically) and you don't look American, you don't look like the indigenous Indian but you do look like aninternational comedian because you've got jokes and jokers in your white house and punch lines filled with coke lines in your congress political white lies that are blasphemous stand up comedy in your judiciary that needs to understand that they need to stand and step down running your house like a circus with father and son clowns. My country is a country of rainbows, mixtures of Arabs, Africans, French and Italianos side by side with Polish and Jewish and we all have a fetish to always be known as Haitian and not your amalgamation andmisrepresentation. I don't look Haitian (sarcastically) with my multi-lingual self, English, Yiddish, Kreyol, French and Spanish filled with powerful history I look so Haitian that you fear me. Vespuccian sons and daughters,CAN YOU HEAR ME???!! Look past my face into my heart and you WILL see,My only nationality IS defined in three letters. I. E. T. ~ Author Unknown 
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