I woke up early in the morning getting my way to urine place I heard someone whispered a word to my step mum, at the midnight the thief colleagues came to your husband office holding guns, and they squabble with him to release their friend, but he was hesitation, so they shoot his arms, and we sent him hospital because imminent to Xmas the fog is too deep to penetrate your eyes to see someone who behind you, they couldn't see me. See, my father was a street man, while my mother was far. You would think that growing up with both parents, I would turn out good, but Im here to tell you, thats a myth and far from the truth. I couldn't hang on any more to the horrific scene, so I get back into my business. I grew up with four siblings in a home with a mother and father. I heard him pleaded them to temper mercy with justice, but the more he was pleading the vexed they became. Sunday, I was in my chamber washing my filthy shirts that have gathered almost one month, and I heard a great multitude shouting, a thief, thief I was wondering where the noises were coming from, so I walked out, and I saw slim unalarmed young man carried a bag of cocoa, chasing by furious mobs, holding stone and machete, Blood was breeding down on his torn shirts, Amponsah notorious guy in our town tightly hugged him on air, live one leg dragging to police station. Please feel free to share it with others that you feel will benefit from this message.Please can you help me with this short story. I hope and pray that this divinely-inspired poem will provide a different perspective of some of the students in the classrooms. you just know my name not my story,you dont know what ive been through. Author's/Poet's Note : I rarely write poems, but this is one where the words started flooding my heart, and the draft was written approximately 4 minutes later. Will you be sure to have already learned my story? just press and hold on the name of the group in the Chat. We know people’s name: refugee, illegal alien, illegal immigrant, undocumented immigrant. You see what I have become, But not what I can do. It may save your life, even if it can no longer save mine. You Know My Name, Not My Story Kindle Edition by Cristin Robens (Author) Format: Kindle Edition 7 ratings See all formats and editions Kindle 0.00 Read with Kindle Unlimited to also enjoy access to over 3 million more titles 9.99 to buy Paperback 12.00 2 Used from 5.97 1 New from 12. By default, only Friends youve added on Snapchat can contact you directly or view your Story. by Max Ediger A poem by Destinee Anderson begins: You know my name not my story You’ve heard what I have done, Not what I have been through. Just trust me when I say that you need to listen to me. Your mother was good and honest, and she said you were my. Im not telling you this because I want credit for my story, but because my story needs to be told. And thy father Was Duke of Milan, and thou his only heir And princess no worse issued. I just love the whole idea of conversational prints. I will stand my ground until my final breath. When its over youll know what youve done. Teachers say if you write a story you must never name what youre trying to write. So next time you are teaching and call my name, List 14 wise famous quotes about You Only Know My Name Not My Story: Dont judge me. You keep me from participating in recess because I run around the classroom,īut you don’t know that I have no safe place to run and play in my neighborhood. You see me yelling and hitting people when I get mad,īut you don’t see that at home that’s what is done to me. How sure are you Take this quiz and find out if you really know the name and not the story. He Knows My Name Lyrics by Francesca Battistelli from the WOW Hits 2016 album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more: Spent today. You see me having a hard time focusing and getting my work completed,īut you don’t see that my pantry at home is bare. While my mom is in the hospital dying of cancer. 014: How to Break Free of Being Busy with Alli Worthington: There are those times in your life where you feel like your reality just gets slapped across your. Now I can barely walk, barely talk but I walked away with my life. Some good, some bad but in the end God had the last word. I been through a lot of ups and down in my life. You mark me absent a lot and tell me I may have to repeat the same grade,īut you don’t realize that I’m at home taking care of my baby brother Hi I'm Author LUCKY LOU, the name of my book is YOU KNOW MY NAME BUT NOT MY STORY, I grew up in Illinois, I'm 33 years old. You see me almost falling asleep in class,īut you didn’t see how I was working until midnightĪt the local fast-food restaurant to help put food on my family’s table.
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