this is a story about a girl who was raised in Brooklyn and what she goes through as a teenager going to become a woman and how she became a mother. p.s it's gonna be a wonderful book please read it and comment about it and tell me how you like it

Angelo knew his mother was trying to play matchmaker when she suggested then paid for his maid service. The only problem was when he laid eyes on Francesca the maid standing barefoot in his kitchen, wearing his favorite tee shirt with possibly nothing under it, cooking his favorite dish, and singing one of his favorite songs. He knew that he may possibly be in danger of losing his heart for the first time.

This is the first poem that I've written in a while, and it sort of conveys how I'm feeling right now. And how many others must be feeling. When I write down how I feel, it sort of helps. And when I read something that conveys how I feel, that helps as well. So this is for anyone who feels the same way. Thanks for reading :)