Dear Moma I went through so much heartacke and i went through so much drama,and i never disrespected you because You Still my Moma, with all the alcohol and all the drugs, all the miss kisses and all the miss hugs, i still sweped all your wrongs doins under a rug, when people talked about u i got angry and was ready to rumba! it didnt matter what did You still my Moma, the struggles was hard deep with pain the visions of the past siered in my brian, even in all that i still stayed humba because no matter what You still my Moma, i left home at sixteen and you never had to wander, some how i knew that you love me thats the only thing that kept me from goin under, yeah i did wrong but that was apart of me growin into man, i didnt blame you i figured it was part of Gods plan, the streets raised me but thats ok You still Moma and i love you anyway, and now time has past and i have kids of my own i dont think about the past because the past is gone, i see you now sixty years old and a powerful overcommer i loved you then and i love you now and no matter what You still my Moma. By Alpheus W Wilson