“Momma”


A poem I wrote to my Mom last year on my myspace blog.

CAME UP FAST IN THIS BULLSHIT THEY CALL THE REAL LIFE..
IT WAS MY DECISION BUT IT CAUSED MY MOMS A LOT OF PAIN AND STRIFE..
COUNTLESS SLEEPLESS NIGHTS…AND COUNTLESS PHONE CALL FIGHTS…
MOMMA STRESSIN BOUT WHAT YA ONLY BABY BOY DOIN TONITE…
YOUNG..SEVENTEEN DYIN TO BE A MAN…
EVERY YOUNG TEENS DREAM DOING WHAT HE CAN…
INDEPENDENT EIGHTEEN…STRUGGLIN ON MY OWN…
DOING THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF THE THINGS I WAS SHOWN…
SCHOOL, WORK, PARTY..IS HOW THE NEXT TWO YEARS WENT…
NUMEROUS DAYS COMING HOME STONED AND BENT…
ALL THE WAY IN ANOTHER STATE..
MOMMA ON HER KNEES PRAYING..ASKIN GOD FOR MY FORGIVENESS…
TWENTY-ONE I’M SAYIN “MOMMY GET THE F*CK OUTTA MY BUSINESS”!!
THINKIN I’M GROWN..TRAVELIN TO JAMAICA…
MOMMY REACHIN OUT..BUT I’M IGNORING MY MAKER..
MOMMA SENT ME A CARD THAT SPOKE FROM HER HEART..
ALL THE THINGS SHE COULDNT SAY…
SHE SAID IT IN A WAY….
BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES…
HELPED ME REALIZE..
MOMMA WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP…AND GET MY MIND RIGHT…
YOUNG AND IGNORANT ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS FIGHT..
TWENTY-THREE..I’M GROWN NOW…
MADE MOMMA PROUD…
COLLEGE GRAD…AND GOT RID OF THE BAD…
GROWN MAN FOCUSED…GOT HIS MIND WHERE IT NEEDS TO BE..
AND OUT OF THE WORLD..WITH ALL THE CELEBRITY WANNABE..
GROWN STILL STRUGGLIN..BUT MAKING IT UP THIS HILL…
NOT SURE IF I’LL MAKE IT…BUT HOPING THAT I WILL..
DON’T WORRY MOM…YA BABY BOY IS DOIN JUST FINE…
NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS IN MY LIFE YOUR ALWAYS GONNA SHINE…
YOUR MY HEAVEN SENT ANGEL…WHO CAN ASK FOR MORE…
NEVER WOULD REPLACE YOU…YOU ARE MY CORE..

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3 responses to ““Momma”

  1. iCried.

  2. ooooh my…. so sweet!

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