I don't know how to write a poem about
Baby mama drama or the "he aint shit" daddies
Or the babies that suffer cause "the parents be trippen"...
I don't know how to write about hustlers and pimps
And "rolling on dubs"… bumps coming from the trunk….
Or nigga"s called scrubs….cause to be honest
That shit don't excite me…
What Im excited about is that the fact that
I have food in my mouth…a place to lay my head
And money to pay my bills… don't have a car but
I got a bike with air in the wheels…my kids have the
Opportunity to be something I couldn't be and I have my good
Faithful Savior JESUS…. AMEN????
I cant write about things that do not excite me…
But look close and see…
I just did……….
Written by Frstladylsm