ROLE MODEL
I’ve lived my life as a gangster
But now it’s time for me to say good-bye.
I don’t need this stuff in my life
I’m going to be a Dad.
I don’t want this stuff for my son’s life.
I don’t want him to end up like me.
I always tell my family that I’m going to stop
Stop doing Meth
Stop and get out
But I never do
I have a little brother that looks up to me.
I write him letters
It’s sad that I can’t see him
Because I’m locked up.
Written in the YA/Memoir Poetry Workshop, June 2011
Written in the YA/Memoir Poetry Workshop, June 2011
Dear Role Model,
ReplyDeleteI see so much strength and promise in your beautiful words. I know you have the power to be the big brother and dad your lil bro and son need you to be.
Print your poem out and carry it in your wallet, when you get out. Read it when you get tempted to do something to dishonor your son. Carry it with you until your son graduates from high school. Touch it again while you watch him walk across that stage to accept his diploma, beaming with pride for your son and the father you were to him.