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POEM
I came to you as a blessing But yet, you show me no discretion your only motive was to satisfy your sex craving unfortunately mistakes are made
what follows satisfaction? responsibility since daddy died, I cried a trail of tears your eyes didn't seem to water in the after years
If human kind didn't reprimand in trying to understand you You would have grown horns in front of my eyes and be immortalized as Satan
You brought me life through your womb Gave me every piece of my physical being Neglected my intelligence and made stars of the Older siblings, my conquest is that of your respect
God blessed you with a son, a son with great understanding of his atmosphere, You took it into disbelief and perished the thought.
Nothing to call a family Because I was one with the streets The ghetto raised me and the streets gave me knowledge Paper and pen gave me my talent
So what good is parental guidance?
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