I dropped out of high school in August of 1986.
In 1993, that was a mistake that I decided to fix.
I was only fifteen years old when I dropped out.
When I ask people not to make my mistake, there is no doubt.
I studied from April of 1993 to June of 1995 and it was very cool.
I studied for twenty-six months until I graduated from high school.
Some people mistook my diploma for a GED but it's not.
I didn't take the easy way out like those people thought.
I became a high school graduate thirty years ago today.
Don't drop out of school like I did because it's not okay.
(I graduated from high school thirty years ago today on June 21, 1995)
i once stood
within my own shipwreck
blaming cruel seas
years past
flotsam and jetsam
built a driftwood home
when storms came
that ramshackle shelter
self-destructed
while i
cursed foul weather
looking outward
never seeking inward
i decried a faithless fate
unt
a blinding truth
ransacked
an unseeing mind
simply that
I ALONE
am the author
of my own life-long
melodrama
none other than me
bore this responsibility
of such a tangled
tragicomedy
I am leaving work today at one.
To meet granddaughter and have some fun.
We will shop and eat and act so danged young!
I sing from a rooftop using my biggest lung.
Molly graduates on Saturday.
Starting a new life to live her very own way.
This may be her grandma’s last chance
To frolic, laugh, listen, whistle, play and dance.
My heart is working differently
Recently,
It is not pulsing rhythmically
It is beating very heavily
Driving me to sadness slowly
Yes, i am almost done with school
Yet, i feel like a fool
For letting everything spill
Not keeping memories of me when i was still
Young, passionate and free like the old me
Now my heart is tearing whiling bleeding
And i don't even have anything to back it
I am already missing this place
I have been here for four years
I use to say i will never be able to miss It
But, here i am leaving with a heavy heart
Which will be left in scars
Will I be able to move on in the morning
Or will I be longing for it every morning
And my heart will be feeling heavy every minute
Or will i be able to find something to lighten it in the evening
she now knows love
love, not a lifeless thing
that she used to talk about those days
while carrying a backpack
full of books and binders
a mustang she wanted to drive
symbol of success and speed
a perfect blend with boom
and the ooze of black-gold
but today for her
only one thing that matters
living with a man
sharing his failure
to graduate from a high school
that teaches not techniques
to survive that stoppage
of an upward movement
and a free flow of more
her achievement
she carries with care
as if holding the first university degree
that will open the greater door
to a doctorate
to walk around with a prefix
before her name
now she smiles, inside
every time she feels that kick
a little stretching
in that cozy cave
intricately decorated convocation hall
calling him, her baby
while feeling that wall, outside
her boy will soon graduate
to enjoy her love
her success, her own graduation
to that new title – Mum