I have lost a lot of loved ones and it has broken me down to my lowest. I write poems to keep myself busy and to keep myself out of trouble.
This one I wrote for my mama, who has passed. It has been three years now, and I am still dealing with my feelings, so this is how I express how I feel, through my poems.
Dear mama, I am sitting in prison, so I thought I would write you a letter.
Hold on one minute,
let me get myself together, try not to cry,
yea I am talking to you.
I am a crybaby, but you are a crybaby too.
We got so much in common, matter of fact we are just alike.
I should have listened to you more, should have took your advice.
Thinking I was grown when I was just a little kid,
thinking looking back like damn
look what the streets did.
Now I am sitting in the pen
writing you this letter, wishing I could go back,
maybe I could make things a little better.
You told me that I would be where I am today,
you told me them streets was not the game to play.
Hard headed, didn’t listen,
so I played them anyway.
All money ain’t good money,
yes what you said was true.
I didn’t know what that meant, but today I think I do.
But of course you knew that,
cause I am the same as you.
Love always
Lady baby.
Forgive me lord, y
ou know I am working on myself,
I am not going to lie.
Sometimes I kinda need some help.
I hold grudges a lot on things that really hurt my feelings,
and I know I got to forgive,
the only way I will get healing.
It is just hard for me, cause I have been through a lot,
gave up hope, l
et the devil trick me out my spot.
So I came to you
the only way I know to come,
to face my problems.
I am tired,
I don’t wanna run,
unless it is to you.
I know you will have open arms to hold me tight
and heal all this pain I have numb.
Forgive me lord, as I try to forgive myself
and help me lord to forgive everyone else.
