You grew up hard in
The streets,
Using pills and powder
Just to make ends
Meet...
At the age of eighteen,
You felt a panic build inside,
On the day you said
You felt me come alive.
You were nervous as hell;
Just trying to get ahead,
Then dad ended up in jail;
Two people were dead...
Now I can understand
How you felt,
Because I put myself through
The same hell as well.
You handed me
To your own mother,
While you cried,
Said you'd love me forever,
And you never lied!
By the time I was
A teenager, and things
Changed,
We built our own
Relationship;
We were both the same!
Trading stories,
Trading lives
We were getting high,
We'd always end it
With a hug, when we
Said goodbye.
Now we're getting older;
We've finally matured,
We both knew this
Kind of life
Could never endure.
Now we leave the broken past
In the dark;
We have a bowl of pho,
Cigarettes in the park,
But there's one thing
To say, that I know will
Never change,
It's simple.
I love you, mama...
And happy mother's day.
Note: This can be sung to the instrumental of 2pac's "Dear Mama."
She's always been a Pac fan.
A poem for my mother that I wrote yesterday. She laughed and cried, as did I. Though she may have been absent for most of my life, I will always love and respect my mother. We've both struggled, and we continue to do so day by day. But one thing never changes. I love you, ma. Stay true, and stay you. Don't ever change.
