Can't have my son

Thu, 02/01/2018 - 09:35 -- Kamp

No you can't have my son.

He is very rare,

the streets,  and the jails

look somewhere eles!

You want to take him

but not while I have breath.

My little black boy you've already gave a name:

Thug, ganster,and so many more

because his skin is dark

and his hair is nappy,

the fact he didn't grow

up with a pappy!

You judge him because

he lives in the hood;

occasionally wears a hood.


The streets will not consume him

I am a mother

who believes in prayer!

The police will not haress

for I will fight for him to his death.

He is in the Master's care!

Devel mess with him

if you dare.




This poem is about: 
My family


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