A Mother's Love

June 7, 2017
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My mother used to tell me
Do what you want
You have the right
Get into a fight
Don't cry
Stay out late at night
It was a fright to be me
Only twelve and doing Mary Jane
My brain is not the same
I fear no one and nothing
Who could stop me?
Not my mom
She was never there
Always smoking rocks
Didn't hurt me
I didn't understand
I was just a child but had to be a man
Alone alone
In this air conditioned room






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