BURIED IN FORGOTTEN
Open grave, but didn’t die just omitted
Storms on conflict and conditions apply
A Mother gave birth
Goodness of Earth
A Mother who didn’t want nor care
Death knocked hard and the conceiving at the same time
Someone was going to lose out
Death loss the battle
A Mother who never took the time to know her child
She was too busy having fun and didn’t want to be among
Love never was home, and love not having a heart
Plenty of uncertainty and drowning at the surface
Mystery through the wonders
Tears would fall like waterfalls growing up
Felt like an ugly duckling
Having no purpose
Thinking a promise denied
Raised through the Grandparents theory
This is where good and plenty became the story
Teachings in my wonder years glory
A child’s life from beginning to present feeling like an inspiring novel
Refreshed life with committed words
Friendly breezes whispering not alone
A Mother who was Ghetto quo
Additions of although
From complexity to simplified
A child could have become a Ghetto Thug and become a Jail factor
It turned out to be a different approach in subtractor
Yellow brick road of positivity
A Mother who the child doesn’t love, but gives respect
A child’s life well put in
No pretend
Life Almighty
Through the boundaries of pain and suffering
Preparation granted
Living the the way it was intended and created with a purpose.
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