Your Son Poem by jennifer marcelino

Your Son



Your son in the corner selling drugs.
Do you care?
Your son kills innocent people,
you think thats fair?

Its like you dont give a ****, like you dont care.
Your son is in jail, because
of a gang that he's in.

Your son is on the corner, he stopped breathing.
Your son is in the hospital with a bullet in his heart.
You and your son will be apart.

Your son got shot because of
him trying to dropp out of a gang.
All your son heard was 'bam! '
Your son is 6ft under the ground.

Your son is dead!
Face the truth.
He left this world so fast like magic. 'poof'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ashley Hill 17 February 2009

That is a very strong poem, I have a son of my own and to be honest with you it made me wont to cry to even think about something like that. Although my mother in law has a son that could relate to that poem. He is in prison for all of what yopu said he just was lucky enough to have not been shot yet so he is still living but he will probley spend the rest of his life in the state pin. If you dont mind me asking what made you write a poem like that?

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