Mom and Dad thoughts of you /
A life black and blue
In the car we sleep /
Deposit bottles we seek /
Ballony and crackers we eat /
I remember the day brother John
found the bookies stash /
in Chandler park we found that cash /
We moved into a house like normal man/
No more living from the garbage can /
I thank my mother and father for all of that /
It tokk me to this place my mind is at /
Yes it was bad ?
But i had all this love from one hell of a GOOD DAD /
For you it is who I'm
It is who i wish to be/
You live with in me /
Thank you my father Big Mike
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About Me
- Jimmy J.
- Poetry, what is it? A poet what is that? I doubt its me ! To me poetry is a word description of life. No matter a good or bad life only the truth of life. A poet can only truly describe a life he lives or has lived. One can not write about drug addiction, gangs, violence, and despair if he or she has not dwelled there. I write things I feel because I have been there, done that and know what many people feel because I feel it. What effects the young today effected the old yesterday. Nothing really has changed when it comes to poverty. I write about black and white issues because I feel neither black nor white, because I refuse to wear color of skin. I write about the young because I never grew up. I write about the old because the years added up.
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