Black Poetry : An Apology For Being Born

[Phenomenon]

Mama, I’m sorry that I came too early
And daddy I’m sorry I put so much pressure on you
Maybe if God allowed me to choose how to come into this world
I would’ve picked two people who were in love
Two people who were ready
Two people who needed me, treated me like a gift
And not like a burden
Grandma, I’m sorry mama always leaves me with you
While she is out living the rest of her younger years
While my younger years are unattended
And my memory fears to remember
How daddy wasn’t there for me
Yeah, in this generation
A lot of kids are sharing the same story
And daddy I’m sorry that I require too much of your time
If I could speed up your mind so it could grasp maturity
Maybe you wouldn’t voluntarily hurt me, when you insist
That my mama is a *** or a *****
You have that mentality to get rich, but I remain poor from your presence
If I could, I’d fast-forward the growing process
And you’d start showing me how I am a human, not an object
So stop calling me It
Stop cursing each other out
When you two made me illegitimate
An infant mind is like a sponge
And it records how you react to me
And how you turn your backs on me
Daddy I’m sorry I’m a full-time problem
When you can’t keep a full-time job
But using protection was an option
That you just didn’t take
I’m sorry I’m a responsibility
That resulted from irresponsible actions
A mistake made from quick satisfaction
A reluctant distraction, a tool used to get extra money
Because my daddy doesn’t want to feed me
And mama only needs me for welfare
Daddy cloned me, now he wants to disown me
Because he is a child taking care of a baby, and I’m not his only
Guess we got to go to Maury for the answer
Since aside from God, only he can help her
I’m sorry that I was the cause of
Making you both embarrass yourselves on national television
I’m sorry for being the reason
To escalate the stereotypes between black people and their children
Mama, you shouldn’t have to prove that I am his
He took your innocence, and it’s not a coincidence
That I became a consequence
I’m sorry that you had to fight
In order to point out how him and I look just alike
But what about the features you gave me?
You both parade me to get national attention
But when will I get a little bit of yours?
I guess my future doesn‘t matter
I‘ll just be another black man having to live harder
And later become the very epitome of my father
I’m sorry for living
I’m sorry for crying
I’m sorry for eating
I’m sorry for needing diaper changes
I’m sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night
I’m sorry that I might throw up on you every now and again
I’m sorry for needing a babysitter
I’m sorry for getting sick
I’m sorry for needing clothes
I’m sorry for stopping dreams
And maybe before I turn eighteen
I just want them to love me like they know me
And just maybe with this apology
They’ll actually learn how to show me


Copyrighted 2007

 

[watzinaname]

You opened up a world of an innocent jewel, treated like a pain in the rear because he was born at an inconvenient time. Quite a heartbreaking sculpture you created poet. Whew...

 

[Da Street So'ja]

man

i hear you

i think many have thought this

don't be down yourself

we don't know why things happen the way they do

but they do

stand strong

you have the power

you went thru what you what thru to become

who you are and now forgive forget and love

and build you into who you need to be

great piece poet

i felt alot like this myself

 

[queentswana]

Mama, I’m sorry that I came too early
And daddy I’m sorry I put so much pressure on you
Maybe if God allowed me to choose how to come into this world
I would’ve picked two people who were in love
Two people who were ready
Two people who needed me, treated me like a gift
And not like a burden
Grandma, I’m sorry mama always leaves me with you
While she is out living the rest of her younger years
While my younger years are unattended
And my memory fears to remember
How daddy wasn’t there for me
Yeah, in this generation
A lot of kids are sharing the same story
And daddy I’m sorry that I require too much of your time
If I could speed up your mind so it could grasp maturity
Maybe you wouldn’t voluntarily hurt me, when you insist
That my mama is a *** or a *****
You have that mentality to get rich, but I remain poor from your presence
If I could, I’d fast-forward the growing process
And you’d start showing me how I am a human, not an object
So stop calling me It
Stop cursing each other out
When you two made me illegitimate
An infant mind is like a sponge
And it records how you react to me
And how you turn your backs on me
Daddy I’m sorry I’m a full-time problem
When you can’t keep a full-time job
But using protection was an option
That you just didn’t take
I’m sorry I’m a responsibility
That resulted from irresponsible actions
A mistake made from quick satisfaction
A reluctant distraction, a tool used to get extra money
Because my daddy doesn’t want to feed me
And mama only needs me for welfare
Daddy cloned me, now he wants to disown me
Because he is a child taking care of a baby, and I’m not his only
Guess we got to go to Maury for the answer
Since aside from God, only he can help her
I’m sorry that I was the cause of
Making you both embarrass yourselves on national television
I’m sorry for being the reason
To escalate the stereotypes between black people and their children
Mama, you shouldn’t have to prove that I am his
He took your innocence, and it’s not a coincidence
That I became a consequence
I’m sorry that you had to fight
In order to point out how him and I look just alike
But what about the features you gave me?
You both parade me to get national attention
But when will I get a little bit of yours?
I guess my future doesn‘t matter
I‘ll just be another black man having to live harder
And later become the very epitome of my father
I’m sorry for living
I’m sorry for crying
I’m sorry for eating
I’m sorry for needing diaper changes
I’m sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night
I’m sorry that I might throw up on you every now and again
I’m sorry for needing a babysitter
I’m sorry for getting sick
I’m sorry for needing clothes
I’m sorry for stopping dreams
And maybe before I turn eighteen
I just want them to love me like they know me
And just maybe with this apology
They’ll actually learn how to show me


Copyrighted 2007

My precious child, I have a tear in my eye,
for all the years that I cause you to cry.
Each and every day I seen a part of you die,

We can never turn back the hands of time,
I am guilty as charged, of this horrible crime.

I was a baby myself when I birth you,
I had no idea at all, of what to do.

I didn't have time for those all night cry,
cause I felt like my whole life would pass me by

You state that you're older now ...but I am too
I now feel all the pain ..that I put you through

So, it's I who's sorry for not being there,
sorry that I didn't have enough sense to care.

Sorry I never got a chance to change your clothes,
clean your little face, or to wipe your nose.

Sorry that I missed you, when you went out to play
but I know you'll have your own child someday

Please don't do to your child, what I did to mine,
see I was young, ...I was foolish and blind,
turned my back on what is truly divine.

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[Goddess Auset333]

Beloved Mighty warrior King god Phenomenon:

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