footage captured by my fam
edited and voiced by me
full poem:
This is for the soft-spoken, why you so quiet ones,
With all that height,
Maybe she will be a ballplayer,
Or a model, son.
Never got to choose once.
For the granddaughters who never got to say goodbye.
Those summers would be nothing without Momo and Papa’s eyes.
Last minutes missed by seconds,
In the blink of an eye, you’re burying the ones that helped raise you.
This is for the ones that lived in fantasies,
Dreaming of being self-assured,
But in reality, so self-conscious,
All that rejection is not for the faint of heart.
If only I could show her how much better it gets.
For those of us that look back on the old days.
Family photos and tapes, is that me, though?
Who knew I had an accent? Look at that Katrina baby go.
This past was wiped out by the winds of a hurricane so unknowingly.
Now they’ll never know me.
This is for the ones that are still going,
Moving through the art of patience,
Becoming content with your present-days,
And welcoming all the smiles in your new gaze.
For the ones that remember the pain,
All that therapy wasn’t for nothing, baby.
You better keep going for that little lady.
Now you see,
This is for the ones like me.