I, Yarnell wilson was born augsut7,1993 in the bronx.
my mother died at the age of 8 and since I was 5 ive been in over 15 foster homes.I love to write poems based on my life.yes life has been so hard for me but i express the anger and pain though poetry and vocie.I love to read many books and im currenlty writting a book titted' When the door closed'im soon graduating next year in 2011.I plan to study at juillard college and publish a novel and a book of my peoms.I hope you enjoy my poems and let them inspire you.
Mama always told me I was rose
I felt so innocent and pure, and alive
My petals were bright and red.
They seemed soft and precious as new born baby.
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The day I laid eyes on him, he made me so weak in my knees
His smile made me smile.
His touch made me cry.
Sometimes I wonder why I loved so much but then I knew had to get over him.
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i cry at night wishing I could take back that night.
All the weed and liquor could be erased out of sight.
When your in highschool you think boys are your number one
priority, but I was wrong.
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I remember her like it was yesterday.
She loved me and I loved her back.
I cannot get the story straight because I did not know her that well.
What I did know was that she was my mother and I loved her.
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