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stroller
That's the day the sky started falling on her world. The stroller still sits on her porch like she's waiting to have some one to put in it again; but it is filled with tears and sorrow instead.
cousin
Cousin - a word that should mean so much more...but with a family like this, with a history like ours, a cousin is nothing but a threat and a disappointment. She did it as though it weren't hard to shatter the dreams of a family member...one whose ancestry you share.
raise
I'll raise the bar and set the standard high you won't even reach par that you can't deny You've always looked down your crooked nose at me Trade your beauty queen crown in for a frown because I'm so much more than you'll ever be
moon
"I want to be like the moon," he said with a sad little smile. "Why the moon and not the stars or the sun?" I inquired. "The moon is light reflected from that which is greater...and that's all I am. A reflection."
overjoyed
Shades on, and always smiling, his hands masterfully stroke the black and white ivory keys of the stand up Baldwin as Mr. Stevie Wonder debuts his soon to be hit, "Overjoyed".
bleak
In the bleak, mid-winter sun, I find myself squinting to relieve my eyes from the burden of the glare...and I'm reminded of all that should have been, could have been, I wish would have been, but was not brave enough to make happen, and it's staring me in the face...brightly and painfully.
mist
The little hope I had left was much like mist of my dreams shattering on the rocky shores of disappointment, clinging to my clammy skin. Just enough to remind me of their former grandeur and beauty…and to hate them all the more.