The Way Out

Baby girl,

I know this whole thing must be hard for you

A new life is now living and growing inside of you

You cry at times because I'm not thinking bout wifing you

I love you, but I ain't ready to spend my whole life with you

Now I ain't tryna argue with you, I'm tryna talk

Now I ain't saying that I need a map, but I'm kinda lost

I've been thinking about it, and I feel like we're nowhere close to ready

And that we should check out our options in this..

Hollup now! Let me finish!

You're 19, and I'm 20

We just barely finished being kids ourself

How can we raise a kid by ourself?

And still care for ourself?

We're already stretching money

We still need to grow up

We can't do that with no baby

I refuse to bring my boy or girl in this world

When all I can give is the fact

That I ain't got shit to give em

And I don't want to be that nigga

That packs his bags and then skates out

So let's go over all our options

Before we decide that the best thing

Is to take the way



This poem is about: 
My family
My community
Our world


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