Nothing makes me feel complete
Except when a grown man
Just tells me he understands and can relate
While another ran
Because he got that text
I'm sorry I'm late
Now the days are long
The nights are shorter as each one passes
I study life's element
Was he weak
Am I negative but I hold close
He that finds a wife finds a good thing
Obtaining favor in gods eyes
Maybe my baby daddy was not weak
To me ran
Yet still I stand
Tired broken disgusted
Not trusting
Fighting lust
I may never want to find the answer
A man who abandoned their child
Is that a man
Or someone who is just looked upon as WEAK!
How many women here
have been impregnated
by Elon Musk? looking for hands
He plans to repopulate the planet
single handedly - well, not handed
exactly - you know what I mean.
In Australia, great swaths of Texas,
and of course Mar-a-Lago, he’s a serial offender,
because his sperm is legal tender.
Factoid: you might catch a disease,
he’s sleeping with everyone north of Belize
and several of them, frankly, look sleazy.
Of course, you’d have to listen to him talk. shivers
Unless you say, “Hey, can we do this without conversation?”
That’s when you’d slip on your sleep mask, and, well, you know.
But what would you be thinking about?
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FUN! by KiNG MALA [E]
BLOODONTHETIMBS by Bren Joy [E]
There is this lady
whom I'll call Ms Maybe
cause she excites
and spites
each man in her life
as she's not ready to become a wife.
Ms Maybe
is a real Daisy
that turns shady
in the blink of an eye.
She's a one-of-a-kind flower
that transforms by the hour.
Goodbye lady who turns each admirer
and aspirer
into a perspirer.
Farewell Ms Maybe
whose heart has turned cold lately.
Hello Ms Steady
who is ready
to welcome her future baby daddy.
Motherhood Credit
Is when you have lack of sexual activity and partners, passion, limited work options, Love, Fake Double imposter and Dating Time, Wear and Tear health and Food, depression, Debt, life experience, being stood up and call weird or to grieve, foot pain and physical pain, period pains, broken promises, baby daddy walkouts, never get the ring, from being a mom for the 1983's only (for the one that define the word ) for lifetime credit and sure be compensate for finances, healthcare, Fashion and dreams and goals in life etc.
This is for Sheena A Moore
My Motherhood credit never got the chance to experience any of my single life but still feel robbed in life.
My daughter asked me
What should I name baby, Daddy
To answer is tempting ~
but as a parent, I daren't
Somewhere in the Andes,
llama mama drama
plays out when he discovers
he’s not the baby daddy,
“I guess alpaca now!”
In school we had to learn algebra.
Ex: ½y - 3 = 2-½y
We had to find y, but why?
In life, I never needed to use any type of these algebraic equations, yet somehow, I still find myself trying to find y.
Like for instance,
Y - a credit score is of so importance here on earth when it’s not a requirement to get into Heaven, which means people with an 800 credit score can still go to hell.
Y - a light bill is $200.00, that’s not light.
Y - my baby daddy sex was so good, lol.
Y - the United States not united.
Y - some people don’t know that the beeping on their smoke detector means the battery needs changing.
Y - Jack jumped over the candlestick, lol.
Y - I have forgiven my student loan, but the government hasn’t.
I saw your grandmother
in an old black and white photo
it was in a silver frame,
she was buck naked in a Buick,
I thought: 'Hey you.’
I saw you on a
`who's your baby-daddy' show
you were in the audience;
you had a pic of the killer
Ernesto (Che) Guevara
on your T,
he looked like me
and I said, ‘Hey you.’
Behind old photographs
all our secret lives
remain radioactive.
At the funeral home
I watch you enter the flames,
saw silver frames melting
and I thought: ‘Hey you.’
Passing through Ilwaco, I was looking for a taco,
I met a girl named Rita all the same.
She took me down the coast, till I burnt her morning toast, she left me with a dollar and my name.
Moved into Astoria, I met a girl named Gloria, she liked the drink and all the legal weed. As they say in Goonie town, some funky all went down, I sold my boat then I had to leave.
I made it down to Netard Bay, met a friend named Ely May, found a place, thought that's where I'd stay. Her baby daddy came to town I lost a tooth with my last gold crown picked it up then walked into the day.
Pacific city I found luck
There were no names, but holly F*#k
I remember the face,
She taught me things, and that's all I have to say
I was pondering the Meadow breeze
When a pretty girl named Louise
Grabbed me tight
And we sure fell in love
Now wet got a corner store
I'm not traveling nomore
Now we fish as long as we please.
Sittin on the Oregon shore
I ain't got no cares no more
Life is what you get along the day
Sleeping in a secret spot
Sinking pots with buoyed knots
I won't live this dream any other way
I saw you grandma,
you were buck naked
in a Buick
and I thought 'hey you’.
I saw you on a
`who's your baby-daddy' show,
you wore a pic
of the killer Ernesto Guevara
on your T -
I thought 'hey you’.
Behind old photographs
secret lives
remain radio-active
there is fall-out.
I saw you in a fishy tale
making out with hippy waves;
I thought 'hey'.
In the funeral home
a portrait of you
silver frame.
Hey, grandma!
I hear your silver laughter
see the rainbows,
the flowers.
Hear a silver song or two
as you enter the flames,
the silver flames.
'Hey you'.
I saw your grandma
she was buck naked
in a Buick
and I thought 'hey you’.
I saw you on a
`who's your baby-daddy' show
you were in the audience.
You wore a pic
of the killer Ernesto Guevara
on your T -
I thought 'hey you’.
Behind old photographs
secret lives
remain radio-active
there is fall-out.
I saw you in a fishy tale
about sleeping under the waves
and I thought 'hey'.
At a funeral home
you look out from
a self-portrait and its silver frame
I watch you enter the flames,
the silver flames.
'Hey you'.
You lies through your teeth
Cause you can't get laid with my son
For you know I will kill you even from a far
You're a home wrecked that's trying to freeload
A prostitute, a SL*t, a whre trying to make a buck from FCK.
You won't get that luck with my son so stop with your lying FCK.
You will not get a kiss nor a touch to try to claim him your or your next baby daddy to try to make a buck.
For you just a sl*t.
You are not welcome to my culture nor my realm so back the FCK up.
So say what ever you want about me. For your lying FCK.
But I will tell you this much
Find a different culture to Freeload from. For my home and family is not your next buck.
mabe its your child
by loks and smile
stop and think a while
looks can fool you too
its could be you see
MOM BAby
and daddy MABE
Spoke to you last night and all seemed perfect,
Now I come back it's like you don't recognize me,
Why are you so quiet?
You can't even look me in the eye.
Dad it's me I'm back the night is over its blue skies again,
Wake up sleeping time is over.
Mama said in agony baby there's been an irony
The night crawled it came with warmth and as I sat there,it brought pleasure and peace and now he forever rests.
He slept like he was going to wake up to a bright good morning but he forever sleeps to an endless night.
Baby there's been an irony
He slept with a smile and promised me breakfast but I didn't know he would sleep forever and make me break so fast.
Baby daddy is no more,
He sleeps in the peace of a quiet night
All his promises have been broken
He’s not going to be holding your hand when you marry,
At lest not physically,
He forever sleeps
S= The S is for the bond we share no women will never compare!
H= The H is for the heart I have for you and how I care for you!
E= The is E is for the emergency Brakes and I will die for you!
R= The R is for the rudeness and how we both can act crazy...
R= The other R is for the right passion we put in for our babies!
I= The I is for the Intelligence for the times you put up with the irrelevant
C= The C is for the caution on how you protective over your heart.
K= The K is for your King Who's staring you right dead in your eyes!
A= The A is for your ambition on how you work 8:30 to 5, just to keep
The lights on!", with such wonderful pride!
Girl I love you and my world needs you!
My name is Dante yeas we all made mistakes too!
I'm more than your baby Daddy!
I watch us grow from nothing!
With a little pocket cash", And now we both gain something!
Money don't mean nothing to me if I don't have you.
You say you love me back ! Why fight the feeling
You know I have you and my Sons back!!!
What a wonderful feeling!
Don't give up on us I'm asking for this last chance!
Just say yeas I'll be your Queen again..
And I'll save the Last Dance... Dante Reed Jr.
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