Sheri Smith Poet Rhyme

It Is What It Is

I keep trying to push you away, but its like you refuse to let me
I wish that I could disappear and you would just forget me
You know...like I never existed
Wish I could block you like a call that's restricted
And I love my son, but I wish he wasn't yours
Your anger and violence flows from his pores
And I am so terrified that he
Will grow up to raise his hands at me
It really is a sad situation
Having to beg you to be a father to your son
And now I'm just angry and fed up
At times, its so hard for me to keep my head up
I just feel so ashamed
Guilty for all the times I allowed you to call me out my name
Embarrassed from all the bruises and scars
Prayin and cryin for a better tomorrow
But I guess it is what it is
I just hate that it all had to come to this

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Toquyen Harrell May 12, 2012 at 5:03 AM Draw strength from deep within you. You have what it takes. Don't let fear say it otherwise. Relying on God who is in control, of us and of our situations. Love you, Toquyen

David Williams May 12, 2012 at 3:00 AM Sheri, if this is from real life, the mother will always have the biggest influence on a son, see yourself in him and hold on to that image...David

Pace Ink-U-Script May 12, 2012 at 3:00 AM I have to agree with Marlon...but indeed you have a heart to follow..."where there is a will there is a way." Enjoyed reading your poem..Sheri