Letters: loss of innocence

by Princess of self-destruction   Jul 28, 2006


(really long but pleas read and comment)

Mama why are you crying?
Why is daddy gone.
We were supposed to go to the park..
Will he be gone for long?
Mama why are you always smokin that crack pipe...
and why do you get so mad when you read the letters daddy writes?
Mama please stop screaming, i didn\\\'t mean to make you mad.
I just wanted to tell you that i feel really sad.
Mama howcome you don\\\'t hug me anymore?
Mama why are the cops bustin down our door..
Why are they taking you away and telling me to lie on the floor?
Dear Mama,
Things are doing fine.
Uncle gives me money
And my man gives me lines.
Dear Mama,
Sorry i dont write much anymore.
Too many drugs to do,
and my gang is what i live for.
Dear daughter,
Please dont follow my lead.
I did dope n was down for my homies, now im locked up with no key.
Please forgive me for not being there.
Blinded by drugs, but i always did care.
Im sorry, your father is gone, killed by rivals.
You see in the barrio, theres slim chance of survival.
Take a look at your homies
And then walk away,
You\\\'ll die in the hood if you decide to stay.
Dear Mama,
Im not tryin to hear that.
Your a leva for putting down your rag.
Im gonna ride
And good ridence if i die.
Better then then having nothing in front of me exept the next time i get high.
Your locked up but im free.
You forgot who you were,
That respected O.G.
You\\\'ll snap back when you get out.
Till then im holdin it down like i should.
Dear daughter,
You did what you had to, at least in your mind.
Now i\\\'ve lost my only daughter.
I hope in death, peace you finally find.
Rest now baby girl.
Now one else can cause you pain.
You couldn\\\'t leave the only life you ever knew, now my little girl has been slain.
Im holding a picture of you in a casket so white.
I couldn\\\' attend your barrial.
Cuz im locked up for life.
What a precious gift God gave me.
And i was never there.
God please forgive me.
For i never will.
Please love her in a way i never could.
Too busy pledging allegiance to a crack pipe and my hood.

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