It's time we stop worrying, and get angry you know? But not angry and pick up a gun, but angry and open our minds.
Tupac ShakurRead
I finally understand / for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man / You always was committed / A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it / There's no way I can pay you back / But the plan is to show you that I understand / You are appreciated
Interpretation
This quote expresses gratitude and recognition for the struggles of a mother raising her child alone.
Tupac Shakur's quote highlights the challenges faced by single mothers, particularly in raising their sons while facing societal and financial hardships. It emphasizes a deep appreciation for their sacrifices, the commitment they show, and an acknowledgement of the emotional and practical difficulties they endure for their children's sake. The speaker conveys a desire to repay this commitment through understanding and appreciation.
In practice
In a speech honoring single mothers, you might say, 'As Tupac said, 'You are appreciated' – let's recognize their strength today.'
It's time we stop worrying, and get angry you know? But not angry and pick up a gun, but angry and open our minds.
I'm down for you, so ride with me._x000D_ _x000D_ My enemies your enemies,_x000D_ _x000D_ Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me.
Life's a test, mistakes are lessons, but the gift of life is knowing that you have made a difference.
I'm not saying I'm gonna change the world, but I guarantee that I will spark the brain that will change the world.
I don't want to be a role model. I just want to be someone who says, this is who I am, this is what I do, I say what's on my mind.
All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me.
I regret not taking my 83-year-old mother to the Oscars the year I won. She deserved the Oscar for giving up so much for me.
My Papa's Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.
I love conversations with kids in the meet and greet lines — little people with little voices! I love babies. Someday I would love to be a parent, but I want that time to come when I’ve experienced so much of the world. My life will be devoted to making that child’s life as wonderful, beautiful, magical and perfect as it can possibly be. I want to wait until there is no ounce of me left that has anything self-centered to experience.
My mother was the first woman in the county in Indiana where we were born, in Jay County, to have a college degree. She was educated as a pianist and she wanted to concertize, but when the war came she was married, had a family, so she started teaching.
My dad is adorably optimistic, positive, pie-in-the-sky. He thinks every new song I write is my best. He sells T-shirts at my merchandise stands and hands out guitar picks to fans.
If we are practicing our faith and seeking the companionship of the Holy Spirit, his presence can be felt in our hearts and in our homes. A family having daily family prayers and seeking to keep the commandments of God and honor his name and speak lovingly to one another will have a spiritual feeling in their home that will be discernible to all who enter it.
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