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(mama)
By Cynthia E.
age: 18
Georgia

Mama bring
your children
home, because
I pray everyday
asking God
to please help
Mama
Bring her
Children home
because as she
works, lies in the
bed, reading her Bible,
saying to herself, where
did I go wrong
and I say to her,
Mama stop worrying
because you did no wrong,
we chose that path we take not you.
so until then,
we want you to know
that we are at home,
so stop worrying,
and keep praying Mama.
Keep your dreams alive
because there is
no mother like you.
No.1
 

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