Poetry (or something like it)

The Help

{This is another poem I wrote in poetry class. I wrote this one willing and I think its pretty ok}

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Don't cry my child.

Don't worry about your mother.

Because everytime I suffer I'm making your life better.

Every time I scrimp and save,

No matter how much pain and heartache i go through,

For you my child, it's all  for you.

Your daddy left so it's you and me.

But that just meant more love for you

And I know you miss him, believe me I do too.

But no matter what I'll never leave you

Because you're in my heart, and i'm in yours

I may leave for hours on end but know I'll be back.

Back to hold you in my arms,

Back to give you a goodnight kiss,

And back to show you the love only a mother could give

I may not be perfect.

I may clean for the white rich housewives of jackson,

I may cook all their meals,

I may take care of their children,

But don't you worry my child,

Because no child i will ever take care of will ever compare to my own.

My own blood,

My own child,

My offspring,

Don't worry, because one day a have to work for them anymore.

And maybe one day they will be working for us,

Oh what a day that will be.

But for now my child, we must wait.

Wait for the day where instead of living under their boot,

Us black people live along with white people.

Where slavery isn’t abolished law wise, but also social wise.