When you get out and hit the streets
People stop and stare,
They think you're still a criminal
But they are not aware.
They won't give you a chance
They give you no respect,
There's no one there to love
All there is, is hate.
When you need some help
And someone to show they care,
All you get are insults
And that's not really fair.
It's tearing at my soul
The things that people do,
They won't give you a chance
So there's nothing I can do.
YOU ARE READING
My Mother's Poems
PoesíaMy mom loves writing poems and has got most of them published. I am going to join all of her poems into one book. I hope you love them just as much as I do.
