Prehaps we would
When it feels right
Make a little time
And pray for him
That little boy who quiet
who hasn't a joy in sight
Damn to see those aspects
Loves to joys
Which he can't embrace
Cause he still healing
From those father's blows
With a mother who show no concern
No one knows his Troubles
Which he sermon to God
Faithfully every night
reperpared for hell
By morning wake
Where their are no I love you
Nor never, sorry son
Drugs on the table
Means a empty tummy this morning
During that day, a whisper blow out
Make today
That someone pray for me
Author notes
Been A while, And I wrote what I felt at this time. A matter where will see people.Unaware of what cause them to act, or response in a manner. Most judge before considering another view the the story.
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wow I sit here and read this poem and I just sigh,
I am so moved by this, and it hurt to read the truth
behind it Dajuan, you have always been a treasure to me
I have missed you all those months you were gone
you have been my friend since my begining.
love to you always
Rend
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Thank you for those kind words.I have been gone for a good while now. It good to hear from you Rend.I happy to have you as a friend.
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This is very well written and so powerfully spoken my dear big brother!!! Your words so full of pain and emotion!!! I love you so so much!!!
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