A mothers Love

           I remember seeing the sky line, from the window in my room... Hearing gun shots, bottles breaking, under the pail blue moon... Hearing the cries of my mother, through the concrete wall... Feeling guilty, but knowing it's not my fault at all...

           So many different thoughts would, take hold of my brain... Couldn't sleep at night, cuz of the cramps from my hunger pains.. Feeling the cold, of the Brooklyn air... Hoping my brother didn't piss on me, laying in the bed we shared...

           Taking cold baths, we had no heat... But we had clothes on our backs, shoes on our feet... I remember eggs and rice, wishing for a bigger plate... I remember running through the snow, so we wouldn't be late...

           Thinking back, on how mom had to work... No father in the picture, I store the hurt... Growing up this way, no one knew how I felt... But now I think about it, i had my mothers love, that was my wealth..