Dear Mama Poem by Raheem Lyttle Kiyaga

Am sorry mama,
I never meant it to hurt you.
Thanks for the nine months you carried me,
In your womb, am now waht yah wanted me,
To be yo' son Lyttle,
Being waht i am now,
Then were yo' blessings.

Yah taught me to love not hatred,
Yah ever there and here for me,
In bads and goods,
Yah standby me forever,
Years without yah, it's the hell that tryna host me,
Just a moment with yah,
it's tha eclipse in ma lyfe,
Belongs to me and yah,
Sometymes i think, if yah was coward,
I would have been the same.

Yo' braveness made me a contender,
Am nah a star butta
Rockin nah breakin,
Still standin, nah hope of fallin
Always firm like these photos of yah
In ma room,
All da tym i realise and understand,
Yah ma good mama and,
To be yo' good son always,
Ma being waht yah wished, its yo' pleasure,
Ma pleasure, its yo' happiness,
I won't regret,
Cainnings hurt me butta i ain't feel them anymo'
I don't regret,
Yah won't regret,
4da labor and those 9 months,
Unlimited and stoppable apetite and uncontrolled conditions,
Blood yah bleeded,
And tears yah wield,
On 22nd -October (ma birthday) ,
I feel them and sth special to me,
Priceless and me to pay yah,
Not negatively but waht yo' wishes,
All yo' blessings and braveness,
Is ma Lyfe,
If wasn't yah, wouldn't have been me, waht i am,
I appreciate yah and it.
Thanks, Dear mama.