While your back is turned
You sit exposed drowning in thought
Sorrow over pain that was inflicted on you decades ago
Your children walk alone
And experience old hurts to You
new
fresh
On their innocent skin
Motherhood lost to indulgence in
artificial false escapes
inhaled into you lungs to appease the cries of you
Your own cries
sit Lost in the dark
drowning the cries of your children
your children wander alone searching for You
Herencia…
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this is a poem I wrote one day on my blackberry while driving through the streets of North Philly… the pain of children needing their mothers who were so lost in their own isolated worlds of pain almost choked me… it was so thick. the urge to cry to shake the mothers out of their own sorrow and awaken them. Instead I wrote this poem and offered silent prayers up to Heaven…
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