no one to guide and comfort her soul
she keeps to her self like a rodent in a mousehole
no one can reach her not even her mother
shes too busy takin care of her younger brothers
she uses excessive make up as a mask or a cover
12 years old she found out the hard way of the meaning of a "rubber"
18 years old been 6 years as a mother
been shedding tears one after another
second child born 1 after the other
only fuck friends never could find a true lover
why bother she realized early on she'd had have to be the mother and father
thank god she had two sons and no daughter.
would wanna repeat that cycle
she remembers the day she lost her cycle
wouldnt wish that on any other individual
the pain of pregnancy is residual
leaving a stain but never releasing you of its disdain
for you wellbeing
shameful you feel like a hell being with your belly being
the way it is 9 months you waiting for the day that is
now what you call juniors birthday
is a blessing formerly known as your worst day
now you found a man he say he wants to b a family man in the worst way
you cant believe it...you've finally achieved it...
T.B.C. (BISMARCK INC.)
Well since you kinda cut me off earlier i wanted to tell you how i felt about the poem. the way you rhymed your verses was legit. it was real deep man, it all came from the heart and i loved it. i learned new things that i never knew about you. pretty interesting. keep ya head up!
ReplyDeleteaaaww thanks for the support my love!! lol :-)
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