A Raisin In The Sun (Momma)

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    A Raisin In The Sun (Momma)
    Lord help me with de kids.
    Always fighting and arguing
    Like they didn’t get no home training.
    My little girls dream is to become doctor
    Am opposing it but it’s a money factor.
    My boy’s dream is to own a liquor license
    But he is not using his sense.
    He keeps drinking
    I gave him all my money
    He lost it all to his so called buddy.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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