Photo credit:  Sinitta Leunen

I wish you would’ve been there;

When we got separated,

That’s’ when I felt, life was not fair:

Board out in various places,

Broken homes, strangers and many changes,

Shaded faces, seem to stare:

A new young girl on the block, naïve and scared;

Various projects, polluted street, have men cleaning,

Night and day—some just did not care:

Brothers, I wish you would have been there;

But I understand now: you chose another route,

“Thank God, in the absent of Dad,

“Mom was always there!”

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