POEM – My Father, My Mother, and I
My Father, My Mother and Iby Jerry Johnson Before my time . . .My mother walked the streets at night;She was poor and outcast, diseased.Plying her wares — a social blight —A “thing” to those she sought to please.In the dreadful mornings, when the sun shone brightShe sulked away in sullen shame,Hoping sleep, wicked guilt would […]
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