A Lost Soul
(none fiction)
A lost soul that just won't quit.
He's been a problem to me since childhood.
At age 12 his started his abuse on my very soul.
At age 16 I figured, it wasn't me that got pregnant back off.
The lost soul that just won't quit still trying to make a
reason for himself for his abuse.
But never the less, his reasons are turning out to be a act
Of a devilish men who just won't quit.
Now he's being like a homewecker with his Malpractioners
For his miserable with himself and can't stand to see me happy.
A mirror of his image I will never be,
for unlike him I'm a provider to my child even if I do not have much.
He took from me and try to steal from me to give to others
Everything I worked hard and accomplish.
in order to feel good about himself but it's only leading him to shame.
His filthy partners who are as much a disgrace doing.
His dirty deeds like a low class peasant with no conscious.
I feel sorry for they soul for I never knew people could be that low.
and I thank God he's aging and his Malpractioners buries with him.
So soon me and my son can have our happy life back.
Copyright © Nagella Jean-Baptiste | Year Posted 2017
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