Tribute to Tupac Shakur

This is a poem I wrote where I take the perspective of Brenda’s baby as she has grown up.

Peep the poem than peep the video.

Much love Pac.


My Mother’s Keeper


A song is the only way
this child can remember
my mother, Brenda,
I appreciate the way you
tried to defend her.

As a kid
I had a dumpster
for a crib, I crawled
out of trash,
I decided I wanted to live.
At that time my mom
didn’t know, but just like you
tried to show,
from nothing,
I was able to grow.

Didn’t know much about my dad,
and my grandfather couldn’t hug me
because he had needles sticking out of his arms,
rubber bands in his teeth
and syringes in his palms.

My mother was a prostitute
who was found slain,
I appreciate the young man
who gave her a name.