26 April 2011

I'se still Climbin'

It's a big week. A big week in which I will be spending more time in the library than in my room. A big week on which many of my grades this semester will rely. A big week for which I have been dreading all semester. It's a big week. When I have big weeks like this, I always think of this poem that I had to memorize in 8th grade. Thanks, Mrs. Milling.

Langston Hughes' Mother to Son
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

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