Why
I look at the sky wondering would I live or would I die?
Thinking about how
I use to make my mother cry.
My mother always told me
“you’re my son I’m gone ride or die no matter what”.
And I use to wonder why,
that’s because she loves me with all her heart
and I love her the same way.
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Love, no matter the form, is the best source of strength for any individual. It helps us see ourselves for who we are. Looking at how we make the people we love feel can provide the impetus we need to be better people all around. In the midst of that learning experience, reciprocated love is a huge comfort. Your poem, however short, reflects all of those truths. I like how your fear, wondering whether you would live or die, took a backseat to your feelings about your mother, as if the importance of life is not how long it is, but who shares it with you, which is absolutely true. Your poem is relatable, honest and personal — all good things. Good work.
Love the way you start with an image of the sky — wide, open space with a lot of air and freedom — and then bring your mother into it. The poem breathes really well, and takes up a lot of space.
I feel like, at the end, you’ve made a strong decision about loving your mother and what that means, but I don’t know what that decision is. I’d love to hear a more concrete description of what loving your mother and being loved by her does for you.
Great poem! I love the way it starts with looking up at the sky. It really makes the reader wonder what would or could be, just like the speaker in the poem. Also, it’s nice to hear the author speak in slang when he quotes his mother. It always makes the poem more honest and more real to hear some day-to-day language once in a while. There is a lot of emotion here and also a very real sense of trouble, and the writer does a great job of conveying many conflicting feelings in just a few lines.
This group has put out some fantastic writing and I look forward to checking back to see what new poems are put up. Keep up the good work, everyone!
Some of these are damn good, all of these made me think. I think cultivating the inner self through poetry, writing and reading is undervalued, much like these young men, who have probably been undervalued. I hope they can get what they need from it and get on with their lives. Keep it up.