Things in life just ain’t what they seem. We got war, poverty, and everything going on in life. I can’t find the ways to tell about how much pain and rejection there is in the world. Being away from home, growing up in the projects and talking about like as were day in the life of the great. Somehow I can face this reality we’re going through and trying to find the way through life. Just isn’t real with you and the way I’ve been dealing with. Sometimes I think about you not being here and me being over there, among guns and mothers who can’t get along because their babies are at war and the life we know we can find. To find redemption is like trying to find answers to puzzles that are never solved. One day, we find the answers and maybe everything can be the way it was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is like a letter. Although it could be something else. It is worthy of being printed and therefore I recommend it for others. Not that it has something in it that will illuminate the world or others. But simply because it is expressed so well. GW62