Undone

2004-01-01 – 12:25 p.m.
I’m posting this for the Specialist … he seems a little down, i suppose we were ragging on him a little for not being more emotional… but — our emotion is what makes us human, and stuffing it away– well, that’s of no use. So… today, instead of a lyric spew– or even my own personal poetry — i’m going to spew some of Langston Hughes whom i began to learn about in the ninth grade. I loved… his work from the beginning. *nods* I don’t want to sound like a dork– and list off about how he was one of the lead writers in the Harlem Renaissance, and a completely amazing writer (I love him more than Red loves Maya Angelou.) and someday, i’d like to write like him.

Mother to Son, By Langston Hughes

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 —

Bare.

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.

Nope. Life ain’t no crystal stair. and dammit, it’s never going to be one. That’s just the way it is. (I wish you could see all of the neat things he did with the indention, but … unfortunately Diaryland won’t let me do that) I must say, he’s one of the best writers ever.

This is for you, Specialist.

Derringer Meryl [Keep Climbing] Out