The Baby BoyA Poem by A. V. MadisonLightning erupts in the predawn sky as the mother kisses her babies goodbye to go work in the beauty parlor in the toughest, roughest part of Harlem
She leans against the table holding her new baby, Abel and she has tears in her eyes because she's breaking all her ties
Because she don't want another baby boy to grow up in the gangs She don't want another baby boy to have nothing to gain
Twenty years later, in a hot August night Something about this boy ain't right He be running with the Bloods and the Crypts He's shooting up drugs, whole life's a trip
Gang fight leads to this kid's demise and you can see it in his dying eyes that he didn't want to live a life like this and there's only one person this boy could miss
His momma falls to her knees at her baby's side She don't got much to say, she has a mortician to confide So she whispers in her baby's ear "Baby, I'm always gonna be here."
Lightning erupts in the predawn sky as the mother kisses her babies goodbye to go work in the beauty parlor in the toughest, roughest part of Harlem
© 2013 A. V. MadisonAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 3, 2013 Last Updated on January 3, 2013 AuthorA. V. MadisonOnly a Kid, But Hard To Scare, CAAboutI'm Maddie. Clumsy. Short-tempered. Quite an oddball. Sort of silly. I make big plans then never do them. I have a fascination with tiny lights. I have atelophobia and OCD. I am the definition.. more..Writing
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