Where real love resides; you cannot deny its a Powerful Weapon.
In all due respect of every parent in any race; our upbringings may not be the same. Our skin color ranges in every culture. And our morals, values and beliefs; are waivered & judged above or below in one another's standards but overlook in ourselves and personal situations. At the end of the day its what we teach or demonstrate in the presence of our children; that they will carry with them through in this life. And determine if they fold, bend or fight.
I'm guilty of sparing my child to not be exposed to the world. Until one day his feet grew enough to walk about this big world. Of which I will never discredit myself for being a strong woman; with the common sense to know there are times as a mother; you must sit still & be humbled.
In Honor to all our babies; young and old. If it were not for their life's; we as parents would have not known how to give a good fight in honor of their lives.
In Memory of my Son, 1991-2020.
