Poem: “My Son”
When I had my son,
It was the happiest day of my life.
I was locked up so I felt terrible,
But good at the same time.
When he was born,
I knew that I could start my life over
Because I was going to give him what I didn’t have,
I missed everything about not having a father
I wish he was in my life
I wouldn’t be in here.
I had to take it upon myself to take care of my mother
To be the man of the house
I’m going to give my son everything I didn’t get from my dad –
I will give him everything he wants,
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