Wednesday, November 30, 2011

untold stories...

do you ever
sit and wonder
what it is really like
to live
on the other side
of the tracks?

*hailup Buju B...back in the MIA!
JAH Live! Everytime.


Anyes said...

I am so wrapped up in my own little world lately...Thank you for asking the right question Se'Lah

Lyn said...

I miss you Se'lah!

Tracy said...

You always have the best way--gentle, yet nudging--to help us stop and consider... Thank you. ((LOVE & HUGS)) And I loves ya music at week's end too. ;o)

Marilyn said...

Oh yes, I remember the other side of the track, just at the edge. A place where occasionally someone would knock on our back door and my mom would hand a sandwich. I remember the time at Christmas when a family adopted my mom, sister, and I and then criticized us because we had a Christmas tree that I bought with my babysitting money and my mom kept the house spotless. They expected us to look like we were living in filth, but that wasn't my moms way. Oh yes, I remember.

Tracey said...

Very, very, deep and thought-provoking post.