Anger Is A Gift pg.169-pg.170 by Mark Oshiro lyrics

Anger Is A Gift pg.169-pg.170

Mark Oshiro

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Shes's already mad as hell. We won't need to tell her twice. Good, she said, her eyes alight with warmth as she looked at Moss. Anger is a gift. Remember that. She stood. You gotta grasp on to it, hold it tight and use it as ammunition. You use that anger to get things done instead of just stewing in it. She signed. Trust me, y'all. For a moment, she seemed to be looking at something else, Mama? Moss said. When Morris died, she said, still staring off in the distance, there were days when i couldn't even get out of bed. You remember that, baby? He nodded. I missed a day of school once, back in fifth grade. I felt so terrible about that, she admitted, her gaze back on Moss, not because i was sad or angry. But because I didn't channel that anger into anything. I just let it grow until it consumed me.