The Game
M.D.
The game don’t change.
No matter if they are
new players or the same.
It a shame
how us young people play the game
and don’t realize how much
hurt we are costing all moms.
Can’t you see the
streets ain’t no where to be.
Because at the end of
the day the block goin’ be there
you might NOT
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Great writing!! Your insight is inspiring. All Moms would be proud to read this. Nice work.
This poem is very fulfilling to read and as the reader, I can sense the detail. I can’t relate to this poem, but I understand the meaning and the emotion. It’s important to think of others sometimes not always yourself because how you act impacts others (visa versa). Don’t hate the player hate the game. You got this and remember the best is yet to come!
This poem is very realistic and reminds me of the Hunger Games. Life moves on with or without you, it’s sad to think about but that’s life. The game will continue with new people, and new memories over and over again. We only live once so make the best of what you got. You got this and remember the best is yet to come!