Poems from connie2.0got hope
a mother addicted to the crack of hell
caring more for the crack than a mother she was supposed to be
only lord knows who my daddy is...
to the one i Hate but never knew contemplating if this feeling i feel
even capable of being true i understand you were young Nava momma...
first I was negro stolen from the land of my people thrown
from my throne like animals forced into a cot - tin field in the land where
I...
iwas just a baby who went crazy when the placenta didn't protect me
the from the weaning substition of the crack for the milk of my...
she was always on drugs so i was deprived of love
she was always on the pole that we never knew the meaning of home
she was stuck on the...