There a world out there where some cant rise above...
there a world out there where some when,
morning comes it'll be to late...
'It's what you say that matters'
those are the last kind words i heard from my mother, in my 10 years of age.
In time my mother became madder and madder all the time...
soft pats on the back became hard smacks and blows...
so fashioned a special tool for me that she called her best friend,
a long plank of wood with two nails at the end...
we got hit every day for no reason, and the scars still run deep...
at the age of 14 i finally tell,
'no lies now kid.' said the cop...
'it's what you say that matters'...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WHOA, i like this poem. it has a lot of meanings behind it & it has a very strong back round && to let you know, it's good to write your feelings through poems(: keep it up lily(: