My mother never
forgave my father
for killing himself...
When I came down from the attic
with the pastel portrait in my hand...
she ripped it into shreds
without a single word
and slapped me hard.
When I came down from the attic
with the pastel portrait in my hand...
she ripped it into shreds
without a single word
and slapped me hard.
When I smile,
I smile for everyone striving for happiness
For those who are supressed by life’s stress
For everyone who thinks that as a people we have seen no progress,
and that there is no such option as success.
