My mother would cry about my blindness and the hopelessness of my ever seeing, but I told her I wasn't sad. I believed God had something for me to do.
Disrespect is real stuff.
Families buying dog food now, starvation roams the streets. Babies die before their born, infected by the grief.
Heaven help the man who kicks the man who has to crawl.
You can't hear me? Read my lips!
My father really was not the dominant person who raised the family, it was my mother who raised the family.