- Letters To My Mother By Terrell Dear Mom, It was March 5, 93 when you gave birth to a baby that would forever change your life I was stumbled over my walk when I came out When I spoke my words were all mashed and jumbled Five i wanted to be a fireman and you told me " Baby You Can Do Anything just remember Prayer and Patience are the recipe for your dreams to grow" Nine I finally found what I wanted first being scared because you knew in long term there was no money in writing SO we bumped heads and clashed like the Titans but you finally gave me hope and said be the best and never worry about the rest We Struggled lived in a one bed room apartment making it from paycheck to paycheck Living single and black and a woman raising a 18 year old I know is hard but the great Lord will always have our back because he gave me the strongest woman I ever knew You had to be strong on me because you didn't want me to turn into a number with a black hoodie and sling dope and always looking behind to see who is trynna to hurt us As of May 21,2011 I walked across that stage with your help Had very few male role models but they were never consist like you and never found a girl that replaces you Love, A Son
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A Poem By Grayson Givens
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Letters To My Mother
ReplyDeleteBy Terrell
Dear Mom,
It was March 5, 93
when you gave birth to a baby
that would forever change your life
I was stumbled over my walk when I came out
When I spoke my words were all mashed and jumbled
Five i wanted to be a fireman
and you told me "
Baby You Can Do Anything just remember Prayer and Patience are the recipe for your dreams to grow"
Nine I finally found what I wanted
first being scared because you knew in long term there was no money in writing
SO we bumped heads
and clashed like the Titans
but you finally gave me hope
and said be the best and never worry about the rest
We Struggled lived in a one bed room apartment
making it from paycheck to paycheck
Living single and black and a woman raising a 18 year old
I know is hard but the great Lord will always have our back
because he gave me the strongest woman I ever knew
You had to be strong on me because you didn't want me to turn into a number with a black hoodie and sling dope and always looking behind
to see who is trynna to hurt us
As of May 21,2011
I walked across that stage with your help
Had very few male role models
but they were never consist like you
and never found a girl that replaces you
Love,
A Son
Thank you Grayson for the Poem. What a nice tribute.
ReplyDeleteYou come close
ReplyDeleteI get closer
I lay my head on your chest
And listen to the sounds
It’s a melody
And it’s sick
Ill to my stomach
Got my heart on overdrive
Beating on my chest cavity wanting to rip
Open through my flesh and into your chest to become one
I listen closer
I’m addicted
The music goes into my ear
And travels through my body
Backpacking its way to my heart
Seeping its way into the cracks
Attaching it self like a leech
Now my life is being sucked right out of me
I’m stuck
My mind is cluttered
There’s is no room to think this through
My thoughts are loud
They scream your name
And hymn your song
When I’m awake
And when I dream I hear faint sounds in the distant of this “sick love melody”
Only sounds I can hear now are your sick love melody
And nobody can tell me anything
“That you’re bad for me “
“That you’re like the rest of them “
I’m jumping on cloud nines
Careful to not trip and slip back to reality
Quite stupidly in love
My mind has run out of fuel
But my heart keeps bumping pretty sounds
Of your sick love melody
I have no room left to think of this consequence
The consequence of one day you stopping the song
I want to hear this sound even if it is a broken record
I want to hear it over and over like a song they play out on the radio
The beat to your sick love melody beats fast then beats slowly
Apparently I’m not your wedding song
I’m more like the song you keep in your Ipod because it is” classic”
A “must have”
You skip me over on your play list
You turn me on till the melody drops
You turn me on then you turn me off
Like an option
I am tired of only being your song
You turn me up only when you’re down
I’m turning you off!
So I forget about you and your tunes
And you come back around playing the same old song
The harp strings on my heart have worn out
And have rusted with time
We can’t sing together
We can’t play together
Throw this record player out
I have gone deaf
Silence!
I’m SICK of this love melody
By Lina Gonzalez Inspired by Tim Rupnarain