single parent
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My body is the tree of life
Bearing fruit to all creation
You are nothing more than a bee
Only needed for pollination.
I birth flowers of beautiful colors
Shades, of reds,purples and blue.
Once I had a father,
who was strong, hard working, and a good husband
That's what I wanted to believe
That's what I told myself
Who was I fooling?
¿Dónde está papá, el final del libro de cuentos?[1]
The weathered one—The one that cascades a waterfall of shimmery glitter,
I don’t want kids.
The Smiles that are oblivious to pain,
The Laughter that can break the most awkward of silences,
The Unconditional love in their sleepy eyes as you rock them to sleep grateful to be close to you.
You told me you love me,
Yet where are you now.
My birthday approaches,
Yet not one word from you.
Ya see black brothas
always tryin to be trap brothas/or rap brothas
Why don’t you wrap brotha
Bussin out babies like morning sickness
This continuous cycle is more than a sickness
