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  • Jim S
  • 2017-02-20 14:32:37

I was not a very good student when I was in school. I did the minimal amount of work required, retained little and barely paid attention. In 1965, my 8th grade English teacher read MOTHER TO SON to our class. We spent a few days talking about the meaning and message and read each sentence separately and together. To this day, I can still see and hear Mr. Reading standing in front of the class reciting this poem with so much emotion and feeling that it grabbed me, and 50+ years later I can still recite every word with the same feeling and enthusiasm as that day I first heard it. This poem and this image from an 8th grade teacher is still engrained in my memory - and in my life. I have repeated it multiple times to many people, and I've used the lesson repeatedly when the road of life has had a few bumps in it. I wish I could thank Langston Hughes and Mr. Ral Reading for creating and sharing this great piece of work with me. I will never forget you both.

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  • Karra
  • 2017-02-20 12:27:02

Hi Shirley, I too have troubles with my daughter. It's hard not to be forgiven. I was 17, single, and had no handbook to be a parent. We did the best we could. I'm sure your son had everything he needed as mine, but for whatever reason God knows they have a hurt in them we can't get past. My daughter has a tongue that spits fire to all in her path and takes my grandchildren away. Knowing this itself hurts me the worst. Bipolar and self medicates, friends in Protective Services wouldn't help as her friend was on her case. I turned to God, prayed over and over to protect grandkids too. God is amazing. He will help in faith. God works miracles. Provides us ALL we need, not in our time, his. I lived off of $400 a month with 2 children. I prayed. Today I have one child at home, my income tripled. I'm terminally ill and was told I wouldn't live 4 years. I'm getting stronger with only a transplant can cure. Thank you, Jesus. ANYTHING is possible with Jesus Christ. Amen, God Bless.

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  • Black Rose
  • 2017-02-20 10:32:13

I used to be my brother's doll. It was just a game to him. He hurt me and would say he loved me. I covered for him for years, both because I didn't want to remember and because I knew no one would believe me. Then he left when I was at my worst. For 2 years I blamed myself for my family's loss. Eventually I told my step-mom, though she admitted that she didn't believe me. There's nothing worse than loving someone who can hurt you and use you like that. I'm not my brother's doll anymore.

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  • Antonio
  • 2017-02-20 09:11:08

Hello Sue,
I just read your comment and had to reply. My family is going through the same sudden shock too. My father passed away on February 5th suddenly and unexpectedly. He was only 65 and had no sign of illness. Two weeks have passed and I still cannot believe it. How do I go on with my life now that it has fundamentally changed? This poem also brings me comfort knowing I will see him again, and what we were on earth, we shall be once more in the next life. I hope you have the support of family and loved ones helping you, as I know I will need mine helping me.

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  • Hamna Ahmad
  • 2017-02-20 08:55:25

This story touched the core of my heart. How can it be possible that every single verse of this poem is my life?

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  • D-manchester
  • 2017-02-20 08:24:47

You did the right thing for your brother. That's the main thing. Your dad will be struggling with the fact your brother was placed with you. A bitter sweet taste: happy he is with you, but on the other hand disappointed at the fact the authorities think you will succeed where you dad failed. Been there, done that. And no how you feel, stay strong. Your brother will thank you for it one day. All the best for the future matey.

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  • Melissa
  • 2017-02-20 01:19:36

Hey everyone. My name is Melissa. I'm in my mid-twenties and have been cutting since I was 13. I didn't have a calm home life, and I started working when I was 7. By the time I worked, I had been raped a few years prior. I was raped and assaulted multiple times by a youth group member. Went to church every Sunday with him. A year later I get assaulted by a kid on school property. I started cutting with pen caps; it wasn't enough. Had to move to other tools. Hid it for a while, but my parents noticed. I was in an abusive relationship for a few years as a 19 year old. I did what I had to for me but still cut. I felt that I deserved the pain. Truth is, no one does. I still struggle now and have tried to kill myself 3 times. Took a lot of chances because I didn't care. I care now for myself and my future, but I did have a relapse a few years ago. I've been on medication, and it hasn't always worked. But the key is to get back on the horse and cowgirl it, at least where I come from.

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  • Heart
  • 2017-02-19 20:52:19

OMG! I can so relate to this emotional, heartfelt poem! After my grandma died, I shut everyone out because I was so sad. Grandma and I used to be so close, and when she died I felt like I lost a chunk of my heart and my safe haven. The best do die young, but they can also die old. I've always counted on one person that would never leave me, God. God will always be there for you even if no one else is. God is my new safe haven.

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  • Heart
  • 2017-02-19 20:45:15

I love this poem because it is really touching, and I hope to one day find this kind of love. You must be a very nice and kind and beautiful person to have such an awesome boyfriend! He seems like an irreplaceable boyfriend, so you better keep him! I want to tell your boyfriend that he's an amazing boyfriend, and I'm sure he'll be an awesome husband when the time comes (if it comes).

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  • Mikaela Smithson
  • 2017-02-19 20:05:09

My love lives very far away, and I miss him truly. It feels like time can't break us and our love is forever. Only feelings can express my love for Michael. I love him dearly, and I'll be waiting for the day I get to finally see him.

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