Rising from hate

A baby born in to this world
From that first breath he was scold
The mother cried
Because she wished the baby had died
If only it wasn't a boy
But since it was it would never know joy
He grew up without a mothers love
All she did was shove
He never knew the warm embrace
Which he craved as a little boy, but still tried to chase
As he grew
There was many things he knew
That life isn't kind
There are only few people to keep in mind
He grew up sadly to hate his mother
Which wasn't right
But they both kept here values tight
They hardly talk
So he took a walk
And turned his back on the mother
And never looked back
He has grown Up fine
He is genuinely kind
So it is to say
That with out walking out on that day
He would not be the same
As the the one that came
From all the hurt and lies
He has truly turned out to rise