Poems from Abrebnor
Sitting in class smiling,
behind the smile, I’m thinking ‘bout my mom whose dying
Whining and dining
trying to make money to keep her baby...
The very little memories I have of you
Makes me not want to be around you
The once in a blue moon chance we get
You turn your head as if...
The day I was born should have been the best day for my mom
A bundle of joy I was
as my father told me.
But as I grew,
It didn’t seem to be...