"Heritage" From my mother, the antique mirror where I watch my face
take on her lips, and smile. She left me with the Gift of God, a
heart of gold and the fine brown hair on my head, she left the
inside of her heart and soul as protection to my most inter-being.
From my father I take on his brown eyes, the plag of illness, that
pain of my ailing body, and the intelligences, on how and when to
lexpress myself through my militant attitude, my revolutionary
style, and my need to seek a higher power. From my uncle I take on
the rights to challenge the challenger, my will to be all that I
can be, the desire to be alll that I can be and the fight to fight
it with the knowledge of knowing that if I desire it bad enough it
shall be given unto me. From my Grandfather who always spoke so
highly of his grandkids I take from him a positive attitude to
carry on to the next generation to come. From my Grandmother I take
from her the strength to know that in "God" do I put my trust I
will never be put to shame. God will deliver me in his
righteousness, and cause me to escape.
