Black Poetry : HOW CAN YOU COMPLAIN?

[cursed heart]

HOW CAN YOU COMPLAIN?


“Hey girl, How come my baby don’t remember me?”
Because after you left, He started calling me mommy and daddy

“Hey girl, how come my baby don’t respect me”?
Because you never grew up,
Immature without responsibility

“Hey girl, I’m her daddy,! That nig**** can’t replace me”!
But he has a job, he’s not slangin dope for a rap dream

“Hey girl, why are you keeping my baby from me”?
Because I carry the load while you continue to spread your seed

“Hey girl, why do you have my baby in the streets”?
Because we got evicted
You forgot to mail a check to me

“Hey girl, how come my baby is crying hungry”?
Because you told Sean John she could wait another week

“Hey girl, how come my baby is pregnant at 15”?
Because she was looking for love ,when you left us for another family

“Hey girl, How come my baby is doing life in the penitentiary”?
Because he wanted to be where he knew you’d never leave

“Look girl, I know I should have been a father to my kids
But all I cared about was living my life for me back then
My daddy left so I followed his lead
If it weren’t for you,
My baby would be a statistic to society
Another vicious cycle,
Of boys never becoming men

 

[$$RICH$$]

Broken from start
never learn da worth
afraid to stand up
to be that man
had too many wild
plans , often many
get lost we have to
change this trend of
black men ......we need father's
to be men and thy child guide .

 

[nevar]

wow a powerful write flow on poet.

 

[cursed heart]

Thanks for the love rich and nevar!

 

[Tantrum]

Dam sis
Your creative juices are flowing
Men just boys a cycle
That will I hope end
This was a great piece