My mother is a woman;
Never one stronger, too.
She helped me battle through my Pains,
But caused, she, quite a few.
Sent I was to spiral-
Down Fornication's road,
But mother came to rescue:
To lighten up my load.
My father is a preacher,
But only in his mind.
He often shows me hatred:
Sometimes he can be kind;
And know I of his Nature,
But all throughout my life-
Not truly can I ever say
He sent me toward a Knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My father is a preacher, But only in his mind. He often shows me hatred: Sometimes he can be kind a brilliant piece of writing Kyle, i love this stanza