Everyday it feels like i'm fighting myself but when i try to fight back i always lose but if i hold it in i feel guilty.My mom was a crack fein but could i blame her.My mom was also a black queen.I always loved when she smiled at me it made me feel so happy like I was her precious little princess.She never raised all six of her kids at once, but who knew her pain.I guess her drug was her way of finding love.I remember the love she showed me, I remember her hugs she gave me.The mistakes you made I don't know if you paid for them, but i know i'm suffering.I'm in this world all alone me and my two little brothers.All on our own.Momma I don't know what to do but was leaving us your only option.Deep inside i'm soft but i put on a hard shell just to survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem