Another go

My momma messed up

She had me young

Do better she said

As I begun

I grew up right

They raised me well

I thought that I

Had figured it out

But it was not right

That night of hell

I messed up once 

And all went to hell

All my dedication

My charisma

They thought is was no longer too swell

But I am still me

My pursue is still there

I am the same me

Just exposed to the air

I want new trust

a second chance for my ego

But kids like me

We don't get another go

Your momma was a mess up

And so are you

That's what they think

But that's not what I do

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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