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My Mom


The tired look on my mothers face coming home from school

Making sure I have food to eat then leaving to her job

My grandma took care of me till 10 pm while my mom was working her shift

This routine became part of my life 

I got used to it

It the year 2004 my mom is done with school

I remeber her picking me up and telling me 

"This can be you too" 

So now im on the path that she is on trying to finsih school

But on this path I need me some money so I can pay for school

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