Poem by harris blake marquesano
printed with permission of his mother Stephanie Marquesano,
founder of the harris project
"mommy"
the things you provided
I took and I took
with greed and selfish tendency
I took and I took
when you warned me of danger
I gave you my back
so then you showed me and gave
my life a 2nd chance to re-track
when I stayed up all night
it was your hand on my hand
with a maternal embrace you gave me
the power to live on and wake up
head and body held high
then I strayed and I strayed
until you almost lost sight
but you never gave up no you
showed more care than ever before
so now I cry and I cry but my
head’s remaining high, no substance besides
you can ever be used to comfort this
very fragile but very loving yet self-absorbed soul.
I love you mom and if I could take
all your pain, I would say my dreams have
come true, b/c the worst that I’ve
done is hurting you.
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