The word ‘ma’

When I came out of prison, I wondered about my mission. I was dealing with hurt people who wanted me to listen to them. From the child who lost their ma, to the ones who feel unwanted, to the ones God called home. Smuda, Keosha, Richard, Jennifer, to name a few. Sitting here, I’m reminiscing about the times I spent with my boos talking about the good times we had together. We stuck together no matter the weather. I remember how we blew our breath in our covers to stay warm. These are the babies who left me with a legacy to leave on. It makes me feel warm inside when I hear the word “ma.”