Picture Being

Picture being in a cell for 23 Hours without having anyone to talk to then when you get a phone call all you hear is the voice of your mama or love ones and tears fall down but you only got 20 minutes

Picture being in a jail cell with thoughts going thru your head and you wishing you would’ve just listened to what mama said because now you got that pen in your hand saying Dear Mama

Picture being in a cell not being able to hug your mama because she told you choose your company wisely now you almost home and Allah did you good baby boy don’t you wish you listen to mama

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I wrote this poem about my brother who was locked up for 3 years and I was trying to be in his mindset