A LOST SON
Written By:
The M.A.D. Poet (aka Melissa A. Dean)
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Dedicated to my brothers
A Lost Son
She was a single mother who gave birth at thirteen
Her mother also started very young, so you could say she carried on the legacy
She had a son though half the time she never saw him
She was still in Junior High, so her mother had to watch him
Her baby father ho was twice her age
Knew the words she yearned to hear
Never came to see his son
Soon as she gave birth, he disappeared
As the years went by the child rather quickly realized
The predestined role he was supposed to play through society’s eyes
The system was set up, straight from a dysfunctional home
But don’t get it wrong though, some do make it through the storm
Around the age of nine the only mother he had ever known
Was ripped away from him like a baby ripped from the womb
His birth mother fought for him in court and regained custody
By this time she had bore three more children 1… 2… and 3
She needed him to take care of them when ever she would go out
This little boy was forced to baby sit when he was still a baby himself
She was a party girl men all around drugs polluted her house
Introduced her children to so many unfamiliar “uncles” and dirty aunts
By the age of ten momma’s eldest son was selling drugs
He held his guns tight because he never knew the warmth of hugs
The older heads on the block taught him how to cheat the game
He learnt the ins and outs boy-scout mastered key tricks of trade
Cold- hearted and hard he became only showing love to his siblings
...
Then one day one of his mother’s drunk friends raped his sister
He ran up in his momma’s house where dude was still welcome
Brought him out back… put ten bullets in his back
‘Cause that’s how old his sister was when dude ripped through her threshold
It got cold, stopped talking to momma,
Wasn’t allowed to see his siblings, mad momma kept’ em from him
Told him that he was the devil and that he deserved to DIE!
And that if ever she heard the news, she promised him she wouldn’t cry
Around the same time his father came back into his life
But not as his father, pops really just wanted some drugs to buy
-and sell, but old dude didn’t know the first thing ‘bout flipping product
So daddy’s little boy became a papa to his father
Funny thing was he never knew who his daddy was
Daddy was dead to his momma, so that’s the story she told her eldest son
But Daddy knew and used the drug excuse to get closer
But one day a miscalculation caught up with some missing product
Brutal baby boy asked no question, just turned around and shot him
And with his last breathe he said “Son, I’m your father...
I’ve always loved you, responsibility was my problem!”
How could he have spilled blood from this body claiming to be his blood?
Shocked and stunned he just stood there for awhile then started to run
With no where else to go he went to his grandmother’s house to hide
She had not seen him since that day her daughter reclaimed her child
They had so much catching up to do,
“Thank God that you’re alright”
“But I’m not alright grandma I’ve grown up dead inside
So much blood is on my hands I couldn’t wash it off if I tried
Everyone I’ve ever loved is gone my own mother wants me dead
My whole life’s been dead wrong!”
She looked at him and said
“But baby you are still alive! You are just where God wants you, now let Christ reclaim your life.”
“God does not love me look at all the things that I have been through”
“You have been in the devil’s playground long enough, the time has come
For you to get down on your knees and pray hard my precious son
Remember when we used to pray together when you were young?”
“Yes, Grandma, I remember us praying”
“Ok then, just open up your heart and pray like that again.”
He gets down on his knees and begins to pray
“Father, I’ve been born into sin and shaped in iniquity
But now as I bow before you broken Lord I’m asking you to fix me
I’ve made so many mistakes Lord there is blood on my hands
Lord I ask you to forgive me though I am who I am
Lord, I don’t know how to pray, so I guess… this is it
Though, I don’t know what to do, Jesus my heart’s legit
Please help me Lord because I’m drowning in my own sins
Open up the door to your heart dear Lord
Please let me back in...”
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“Peace’ Love & Diamonds!
“My #1 Thug”
“Hello, High!”
“Prison Song”
“Yes We Can!
“The Demons in My Bathroom”
“Other Theories of Psycho-Social Development in Mid-life”
More to Come…
A Lost Son
Published by: Zjahdai Inc., at Smashwords
Copyright © 2010 The M.A.D. Poet (aka Melissa A. Dean)
All Rights Reserved.