before u read i ask for real thoughts on the reality of the poem please Sun gon Shine I know its gon shine Again One You call me Me I wake up A little tipsy From the sex Best dressed in my mind So jazzied up She says “What are you doing?” I say nothing And she sighs In my mind I’m still hypnotized bout them thighs She says baby I got something to tell Now my mouth closes and skin begins to chap What happened? I think I may be pregnant……….. But……I say nothing Quite disappointed And ****, I’m so disjointed I ain’t ready for no kids Don’t really want to hear what the deal is I can’t picture me holding kids Buying diapers Buying shoes What if we break up? Will I get used? Anyway What do I do? She considering abortion I ain’t even really feeling that If I did, who would I tell? Would God forgive me? Would I go to hell? If did, is it me being selfish Would I live swell or life be pain Steady thinking bout What could a been? What if? Some nay questions But the sun gon shine Either way Will it?