Driving down 5th ave in Brooklyn, Sunset Park, this song playing on my radio. Looking at where I grew up, thinking of all the hard times Ive fallen on over the last 5 years. I turn down 49th street, I see what use to be my grandmas house. Huge family, tons of aunts uncles , cousins. I see my mother and her sisters, ( my three mothers), in my mind and hearts eyes. I see a lifetime into the past, I hear Bette sing the lyrics I got my mothers eyes and my fathers hair, does anybody really care, its gettin cold out here, but I keep walking with my hed heals high....! I think of the loving family , heritage, ethnic culture I was born from 24 aunts and uncles 100 first second and third cousins, the love, the holidays, the memories, and I am proud. A tear falls, but I stop fir a moment, then drive by, with my head held high
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 00:24:07 +0000
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