James Ryan White Poet I do not know?

Mind Resurrection

Going through changes
Hoping my mind rearranges
Street life and gang banging
At the dope house hanging
See that was all I thought I knew
Really it was what I wanted to do
Tears falling from my momma's eyes
And as much as I hate to see my momma cry
I still fell victim to street life
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Late night and fist fights
Strange familiar faces
Resulting in court cases
I didn't think anything was wrong with me
Then it dawned on me
My twenties was lost in prison walls
Breaking rules
Making unauthorized phone calls
My son don't even know me
He's eight years old
Missed all eight entirely
I realize I have problems
That's the first step
Now I need to solve them
So momma keep praying
I know God hears you
Because my mind's  rearranging

Author:  James Ryan White

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