This is a poem about Kanye West. If you think that's a silly thing to write a poem about them I respectfully request that you skip ahead to the next poem and forget this ever happened. If not, read on. It's very short.

Prodigal progeny. 
Mothers words and fathers actions.

Brave in bravado.
Confluence conflict, confusion and courage.

Lost in the world. Falling out the window.
Your fame killed your mother. Sucked the life out of her.

Lost in the world.
Lost in the words.
Without her.