Behold a place that’s home to those
whose found themselves quite comfortable
losing hope within their own
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
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