A Tribute To A Special Man

I was talking to a friend whom I had gone to college with and she told me of her grandfather who just recently lost his wife. As she was telling me about her grandpa, I could here the love, passion, and respect in her voice. Her grandfather's name is Dale and as she told me about Dale I began wishing that I had a father like that in my life. I realize to loose a love one is very painful and we sometimes forget to remember our contribution we made to them while they were her on earth with us. Dale, you are envied by every man on the face of the earth. I believe that we all meet someone who not only becomes our soul mate but our friend, confidant, and life long love. You managed to show love, loyalty, and friendship to your partner for well over fifty years. Dale, for you Daisy has not left you, she is simply preparing a place for you of comfort beside her when God calls you to join her. You see, The love you have is unconditional and can never be duplicated or touched by anyone. As a man Dale, you can hold your head up high and smile because you were responsible for creating a wonderful life for Daisy. I only wish that I was half the man you are. Just remember your soul mate will be there with you and for you until eternity. Take care Grandpa and pat yourself on the back for a job well done. Thank you for showing me the right way to love. Sincerely, Ron eddings

Drugs and my mother

It took her heart, it took her soul ,it took her mind it took control. It gave her a push, it gave her a shove, it got her high and took her love.She did some good, she did some bad, but what she did has made me sad. She killed someone has been busted for crack. she's been to jail and keeps going back. I've been there and seen, I know a whole lot.I know about crack, cocaine and pot.It's not all that it's not like they say, They just want her money, they took her away. I love my mom more than she thinks. The more she does crack the more she sinks. She sinking into death, her ways are not good. She's with the wrong crowd, her friends in the hood. I wish i could do something with all this stuff. I wish I could say something that would make her stop. I don't want to ignore her or maybe I should, then she'll understand what I thought she understood. I love my mom and I always will, no matter what she does, I'll love her still. Written by, Crystal Ruth at the age of fifteen.

Africa, Oh! Africa

This tear is for the motherland who has suffered at the hands of other countries.
Humiliated by it's own people put into place to protect her.
Your history has been stripped and made to seem insignificant in a world which you are the beginning, yet slowly the truth of your true power is starting to emerge as scientist run to you for answers of man.
You have been scacrificed for others to manipulate.

This tear for the millions of people who have fallen to massive poverty and nearly annihilated by the aids epidemic.
A country so rich in diamonds and kugarand that it should be a true player on the world market.

This tear is for a country devastated by war and destruction, it's people place into apartheid while the Debeers and others like them slowly deplete the minerals which could change the continents life.

Africa, Oh! Africa the oldest continent known to man, the motherland.
It's only a matter a of time because God is watching you.
One day you will be a proud nation again and know manipulation of history can or will change your destiny.

Africa, Oh! Africa
The beginning and the end.