A mothers tear

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I write poems when im bored i like doing them so i will post a few on here and see it how goes i can write any subject so if you have any requests just inox or write on my profile

"A Young Male Has Been Pronounced Dead" That's the snippet of my life story, it seems as if that has become the common headlines , I question myself why, and I question god why.

We live in a society were reaching the age of 21 is a gift. Barriers are blocking us from entering areas all because of street codes , if I'm from south I dare not enter north. Is this how it is suppose to be . I think we all forget that were kids we are suppose to be living wild and free not be thinking of who is our worst enemy. Living in london is like living in a game in order to reach the next level you would have to play your cards correctly. Mothers are loosing children, Brothers are loosing brothers, Sisters are loosing brothers. And for what ?. Just because my postcode is different from yours

Why can't we just live in peace and harmony, when I was young the dream was to become a doctor or nurse, but now the dream is to see my brother set free from the institution they call prison that's a young boys worst enemy. Knifes has become toys, drugs has become food, innocence has become trying to prove that your not guilty. My friend wanted to become a lawyer but now she is stuck in a council flat with her little girl and no family or baby father.

Another tear from a mothers eye, as she weeps for her beloved son, she see's the corps of her son, what happened to parents dying before their children , now it seems as if there is a funeral every week for different families. The government don't care they see us as another statistic, what happened to" The children are the adults of tomorrow" . When the children are locked up, when the children are lying in their graves . How can they become the adults of tomorrow. That's the life of living in london we live in fear , fear that we may not see tomorrow so every night I tell my mum I love her because I never know when its my time to go. Live everyday like its your last .

But wait I can see the light,Can you ?.when doors shut another door will open, the government has shut the door on us but does that mean we should give up?No. We fight for freedom, we fight for the release of our negative labelling we need strive to best so we can be the best then we will conquer. I will believe in you, only if you believe in your self, We work together as a family, so we can all walk down that road to reach our destiny.

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⏰ Last updated: May 13, 2012 ⏰

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