Comments about Sonja Blount
I looked outside one day, to see a long white car go by.
It made me remember a sad day, when a mother had to cry.
A time when a mother put her child to rest; she loved and cared
for him only wanting the best.
The tears of grief were on her face; the memory of the child
filled this space.
The place called church where everyone came to see; the last
remains of this child, that will no longer be.
The child prided himself on money and fame; he thought being a
drug dealer was only a game.
As the time came for his life to expire; did ...