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About This Poem
The Man Mama Warned You About
You wake up, sticky, broke, and
confused,
your unable to find your purse.
Your starting to think that
you've been abused,
well Sugar it could be a lot
worse.
Disappointed, you're not the
first,
I've crawled out the window
before.
It's not something that I've
rehearsed,
I prefer it, rather than use the
front door.
You look in the mirror, at the
stranger,
legs sore, money gone, hair all
in a mess.
Emotions run together pleasure
and anger,
You smile but refuse to confess.
Deep down inside, you know it
without a doubt.
That I'm the man Mama
warned you about.
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