They say it is wealth that provides the resources. My wealth is found in the creativity that flourishes within me. To have given life to such creatures and deny them opportunity, I will not stand for it. I will not allow it. My child will succeed. My child will be somebody, far above mediocre.
At nineteen with a child beside me, set aside my dreams. No! See my dreams carried out through my seeds. No money like the grandeurs. But capable to have eyes illuminu[er]. To the prince I read at birth, at months, at one. We were street walkers, always street walkers. I was proud of mines, never shy to say - brother, cousin - no - he is mine. Parade the prince where ever man can reach. I was blinded to the world but these 10 blocks square was his world. Stumbled as he proceeded yet I allowed him to be free, stopping every inch of the way to question what earth had to display. Standing in front of the neighbor house, for he was amaze our mail box did not look like theirs. Questions were asked, so for the next few minutes our lesson was in play. Walk the neighborhood to see what type of mailbox lies within the way. And so he learned, things may be called the same by name but may also come in so many different forms. Attracted to the leaves, so we continue along discussing the color green, even as we enter our home and he sits on his thrown only to be given a piece of paper that was cleared on the back, for my syllabus would now be taken with me to class with the drafted creativity by my seed. Everything I earned while artistically creating with the loose strings found on our dome - went and was spunt always for my son. Rows of books, delivered my mail. More then three times a day, never went to bed without embedding 5 stories in his head. Flash cards, yet the boy still ran wild. Never took away the kid in him, but never allow the knowledge to fade in him. Monetary issues, I was not of the wealthy to purchase such luxury and so I ventured out to the library, at only just one, the library was what he called home. Certain stores sold books that still held intellectual quality for just one leaf. Over thirty books, each worth less than a two dollar bill. Keyboards, drums, guitar, yes I support the arts. Toys, vehicles, teddy bears, blocks. Bike, scooter, skates, a board, hold up ,no, no, refused to get the pogo. Instruments destroyed and replaced, now with harmonica, recorder, more books, puzzle, worksheets, both ranging at various age levels just to satisfy my seed(s). Two or more of everything when it comes to certain things, especially outside stuffs, always outside stuffs. My princess is like a little dream, craving intellect more than we can believe. I never intiated the art of reading, but she always sat on my lap as I read to the prince, and so I guess for her, her imagination too was being explored. Read to me read to me, she will scream, she will fuss, reading to her is a must. She won’t ask, she will find, she has to write, she has to learn. Flash cards she will take, don’t allow it, for you it will be a huge mistake. Questions, always asking question. Television, not a habit, only used sprangily, just to relax in it. She knows her status, she is high, she is bright, she’s a beauty, she’s a princess. She is the formation of the creation of a building progression of intellect. And so I wake to see so much greatness that has been made. They are abundant, my pockets are minimal, no where near those of the elite, yet I still manage and my seeds were provided with such educational equality.