I watch you my son and you think I dont know...these streets are not for you...am begging you please let go...there is no comfort in standing behind four walls...I can hear my heart beating everytime I receive a call...I remember when you were little I was so afraid of you growing up...I would pray to the heavens...lord please dont let him be corrupt...but be as it may you made your choice...you listened to others and no longer heard my voice... but I still have faith that destiny will play its part and bring me back my son and heal my broken heart...this is a mother's cry for her child to return...to the son she once knew before he got burned...the streets don't love him the way she do...and if this is your situation...she is crying for you too. #writcopoems #writcofriends #writcoprompt #inspiration #motivation #inspire #writco #writer #poemwriter
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