I never really got to hold you

Like the way i should've

I never really got to feel you

In my hands

But I knew that I would

Me being so confident and ignorant

Sitting up there not takin of my body soul and mind

Friends telling me that there for me

But when I yell there name for some guidance

I became dependent

And they was never here with me

In thIS educational madness situation

What am I to do!

My conscious telling me to run let loose and let you go

But I can't because I know you'll come back to haunt me

I'm two weeks due

I need to get myself together

Its a shock to the class

Me sitting there doing work

Class like something's different

Cuz i aint making no jokes

They calling me a sell out

But I dont care

I know what its all about

But my hearts in a greater fear

And now my sweet precious baby is here

Im excited and ready to show her to the world

U- kno straight up bragg

But the doctors denying me my peace

My baby

See susposely there was some complications

With the way I took care of my buisness

They telling me that for now they gon place her in the back

What?!

But I was supposed to bragg

Not cry day's and night's

I never really got to hold you like how I should've

I never really got to feel you in my hands

But I knew that I would

And I did

Now Im working on number two

My next baby

But she not due for a while now

I promise I'm gonna take care of her

Do everything right

I wanna be there

When she arrives

With my hands open wide

My teeth gleaming

My pride beaming

Cuz i did it

And i did it good

I dont want my baby to be a victim

Being held in a file

With rest of them neglected children

Being labeled as a black teenage statistic Human Being

That just didnt make it

Holding out my hand in the welfare line for a check

With nothing to give in return

No! I won't go thru the Baby Mama Drama

pushing and fighting for whats rightfully mine

My DIPLOMA!


writers corner
HEY THANX FOR TAKIN THE TYME OUT TO READ MY POEM
I KNO ITS A LITTLE WEIRD BUT THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE UNDERCLASSMEN
I GRADUATED LATE N IT SUCKED 'MY BABY" IS MY DIPLOMA N this piece its talkin about my struggle to get my diploma the principle n HIS assistance r the doctors denying me my diploma MY 2ND BABE IS GOIN TO BE NAMED COLLEGE thats sumthin that im workin on now n NO im NOT PREGNANT SHIT IM STILL YOUNG N READY TO GO CLUBBIN! BUT IN NO WAY IN THIS POEM WAS I REALLY EXPERIENCE THE JOY OF BEING A MOTHER .
peace
thanx a million times '
yung vixen