Your Mother, Saint Louis

Sun, 06/03/2018 - 21:17 -- Justyce

Behold!

Behold a place that’s home to those

whose found themselves quite comfortable

losing hope within their own

self…

A place that mixes fear and doubt

spreads this mixture throughout my towns to

chew up and spit out my mouth

drama hungry baby mommies,

and unemployed fathers that never leave the couch

What can I do? What can I do

to show my children it’s okay to be different, instead of

following crowds and trends?

In what way should I express to tell my

kids that I expect to bless them when they

leave the nest- if they even?

Disappointing to see that my children believe in

child support over financial aid

and trap houses under Section 8

Are my expectations too high?

What kind of mother am I

to turn a blind eye to my kids who cannot survive?

And those who thrive

move on and decide to leave their mother

with no goodbyes? Nelly has left me,

Chingy is lost,

Maya has died and

Kimora took off

Sza says “Brooklyn,”, My youngest so far

won’t dare claim her mother, what that does to my heart

What do I show to my youngins, the generation of now

How do I provide a role model thats

somewhere underground

I bend over backwards for my children’s sake

they call me ‘the Arch’ and close my gateway

You carry my name! Does that matter to you?

you were born within me

Your Mother, Saint Louis

my children are lost amongst my towns

I just want a child that makes Mama proud

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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