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I somehow manage to write poetry while working on my Pan-African Studies Degree...or vice versa. This is one of my pieces, you can check out some of my other works at www.BlackProsInk.com
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Swole
Just to prove her love to him was her only goal...and yeah, she gave up tha goods,
and in return...she got swole.
She was too scared to tell her mom, cause she was only 15 yrs. old.
Now tha struggle begins...cause her and ole dude are no longer friends.
Of course he said he'd be there, but this is now...and that was then.
Her mom was still a young girl herself, sixteen...as a matter of fact,
when she had her first baby...and she got no help.
She's 31 now, and still young, with a daughter whose 15,
whose life resembles her own.
So now, we have a cycle of babies raisin babies,
with little chance of change, and a life full of maybes.
Big mama ain't helpin, she got a young tenderoni named Tony...
who she be givin all of her time to...
And she be breakin him off every payday...with her every little dime too.
(Here's where it gets twisted)
Baby needs Similac,
Mama freakin dad, tryin to get him back...to help take up tha slack...
but he ain't hearin that.
He just tryin to get his rocks off...you know...he just tryin to get his thang soft,
and hang out with tha fellas, drinken em forties, smoke some weed,
talk to some shorties, and tryin not to cough.
Meanwhile...
Baby's gettin bigger,...Mama's a gold digga,
tryin to find anotha man to take care of her little...
infant...go figure.
Mom's a 10th grade drop-out, tha young man is tryin to cop-out,
he sayin it ain his, and he needs a DNA test so that there's absolutely no doubt.
She was like, "Oh no, you ain't tryin to opt-out, talkin bout DNA test,
I ain been with nobody else, what you tryin to say?,
you just tryin to start some mess so you won't have to pay."
They start scrappin, tha neighbors call tha po-po,
dude sees tha cops comin and hauls %#&@$! like Flo-Jo.
But after she dissed ole dude, she found a good man,
and a few months later...yup, she was on swole...again.
But he was real good to her...real good in bed...
and that was about it.
Cause soon as she said that she was pregnant,
he said..."it ain't mine"...and that brotha split.
Tryin to collect child support from tha first baby's dad...
she drags him to court. He come in lookin all sad,
and tells tha judge it ain't his...and he want a DNA swab,
from a professional, with a license, one that knows how to do their job,
cause he won't tha only one tha was hittin it like Tyson,
otha brotha's were hittin it too.
And just her sayin that this was his baby, nah...that ain't gonna do.
She said, "Judge, this is his definitelhy his baby, cause I don't get down like that.
He talkin bout this ain't his baby...he must be smokin crack.
Fast forward...DNA results come back...
Judge was like... Hit tha road jack.
It says that you're not tha father right here...according to this paper stack.
She was 16 with two kids now...and tha second guy was like,
'his' baby...might not be his child. "I want a test too,
who knows if this is my baby, I ain't gettin caught up like that with you...
cause your case if beginning to look shady.
So...back to court for child support...he says...she says...
judge says, "What a mess...we'll have to settle this with a DNA test."
Fast forward again...deja'vu...
Cause he ain't tha daddy of baby number two.
Now, there's no happy ending...that's just tha way life goes sometimes...
and sometimes it's just gotta rain...before tha sun shines.
So, strugglin to raise two babies with no help,
while turnin into a young lady...all by herself...
definitely took a toll on her esteem...
what was left of it.
Especially since she felt so alone...like her death number hit.
She had lost part of her future...and now she was lookin for tha rest of it.
Cause all that she knew was a hard life...since she took her first breathe of it.
She came into this world alone...and now, that's how she felt with it...
Alone...like she was the last person on earth...
Alone...like she felt when she gave birth to her first.
Alone...and cold.
Yeah, Alone...like she felt,
when she was 15...and swole.
Copyright 2008 James K.
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