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This Motel Room

This Motel Room

I’m in this motel room thinking
momma's in the other room drinking
I’m wondering why we are living like this
11 years old and pissed
I’m about to blow my brains out and momma thinks I am crazy
young and restless, but that's how life portrays me
I cant take it
too damn young, to feel I wont make it
the hope is lost for me and I am scared
running away from home, thinking momma never cared
I’m tossing and turning
dreams of a better life...I’m yearning
is this what life is about?
a child, trying to figure life out
eyes watch over my little sister and brother
 embracing when those times got tougher
family struggles so evident
a family cursed like it was meant
a young child is crying
tears fall, hoping he was dying
I blame my father for my issues
lifelong drama that continues
a lost child without guidance
in a place filled with violence
young man....with a new destiny
visions of me in the penitentiary
hope for a child that ended to soon
in this motel room!

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Tina Moore

so sad that a child has to be at a point of thinking of taking his own life through a mothers wreckless  way of life. good piece morris   tina x

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Morris Holland ...

Tina- thank you so much.. this is actually a true poem and is something i lived, me my brother and sister. but I will say it made us who we are today. thanks for your support when it comes to my poetry. means the world.

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Kiesha Taylor

Hi Morris, I liked your Motel Room poem it was very poetic and relatable.  Keep up the good work.

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Morris Holland ...

Keisha- I write hoping that someone will be able to relate. my greatest joy is hearing or knowing that and it is my motivation to keep working at it. thanks for your comment on this piece.

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Valerie Beasley...

This write grabs at the gut and twists painfully.  This is more than a mood or tone...this write reflects a desolation, a blugeoning of a child's innocence, a child's safety and a child's soul.  Suicide is a way to escape an environment that has become intolerable and for a child to contemplate such as action is terrible.  ve

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Morris Holland ...

Valerie-thank you as well for your constant support. there are so many angles that this poem can be viewed but your view of this poem is dead on.

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Adrienne Kruse

Sad to say I relate to this poem, but oddly, it's in a wonderful way. Thank you.

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BLOSSOM

A well written poem Morris, the content that would make for an interesting book!

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Morris Holland ...

Clair- thank you that means a lot and this is actually a poem that will be in one of my up coming books. 

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Kimmy Thieleke

Your flow is impeccable. So horrid an experience to be written with top notch candor and visuals.. You make the reader feel you and what you felt. YES! Definitely have to be a fav.. Nice to meet you sir.

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Jai Masters

Raw and real, Morris you paint 

what is true, painful,

a heckuva read!

Best wishes 

Jai

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Anthony Lane

Your words paint a picture of despair and sadness. I feel for anyone in this situation. Sad that one must live not having someone to look up to and learn from! Parents don't take the time to really teach their children and to pay attention to them. Lots of emotion in this write and I hope that life will turn around for this family! Good job, The Shaker

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