My poem called See him See me

My kid is my kid
The apple of my eye 
Anybody hurt him
trust believe youll wish you could just die
His temper is as hot as a firecracker but he is as sweet as my baby
His words are his words no need to sugarcoat them
He says what he feels and stands behinds what he says
Im raising him to be the best that he can be 
Even if its slick talking and come off disrespectful i expect him to always hold his own
He isnt grown so don't step to this child. Im his mother and I'm always ready to correct defend and take care of mines.  




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