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heather york Aug 2014
What I've been seeing in this world sparks a fire inside me
While I comfort this mother right here beside me

What she thought was a love wasn't taken seriously
It was evil, vindictive, like a bad conspiracy

She's always blown off, spending her nights alone
Mind in a million different places, constantly waiting by the phone

So she gets tired of always being disrespected
But instead of just a seperation, the child gets neglected

While she's always gotta worry about enough money coming in
You seem to always have the time to find a new girlfriend

Day in and day out they struggle to eat
Yet you always stay fresh with new J's on your feet

You're the first one to "turn up" runnin' round yellin' YOLO
While you're ownin' that strut in your Ralph Lauren Polo

Nothing ever seems to be enough, no matter how hard she tries
She keeps a poker face, but alone she still cries

Your checks go to bar tabs and dinner dates with your new fling
But in the grocery store she pinches pennies hoping she has enough for everything

His first experience in a sport, he feels important with his name on his back
He looks so handsome in that uniform, new cleats and matching hat

He's not upset that they lost, or that when he'd swing he'd only miss
The only thing on his mind is where his dad is

She never imagined it would be this hard to get by
She still pleads with you to be involved, but It's a never ending lie

The same child that you so easily show abuse to
Strives for what his classmates are so used to

If you're not living for your child, what do you live for?
Time invested means more than your finances, for the rich or for the poor

And this isn't just aimed toward dead beat dads, because some women do it too
To the same child they so preciously carried in their womb

A sad excuse for a parent is all one in the same
If you can walk away from what you created with no shame

Instead of sitting back waisting time being so judgemental
Be productive, stop twerkin, do somethin' fundamental

A child will be affected from a mom or a dad
Tell your excuses to one who miscarries, and loses something they never had

I wonder if you'll ever fully realize what you're missing in life
For precious moments like these you can't get twice

The sad reality is my father took a bullet to the chest
And didn't have the chance that you do to have the time you could invest

"For this child I have prayed"...That's what you'll read in the scripture
They're a blessing, not a trophy for your Instagram picture
heather york Aug 2014
One of the hardest things in life is understanding the mind of another human being
When the words they're expressing are so different from the actions that you're seeing

What can start off so sweet and innocent can change over night
And after all the wrong you wonder if you'll ever get it right

Is it you or is it him? When is it time to take the fault?
You're back and forth between the lies, tears and the assault

You feel like you constantly give, and all they ever do is take
You can't help but to feel like this was all a big mistake

Maybe your expectations are too high, so you always compromise
Even though you're the one who's exhausted with rivers flowing from your eyes

After so long with no progress, maybe you're the one to blame
You'd do anything that they ask of you to have their heart in exchange

You'd cross a thousand oceans, and climb mountains that exceed the sky
For someone who would leave you weeping until there's nomore tears to dry  

But is it really that easy to just simply walk away?
Are you holding on while in denial, making excuses just to stay?

What if the grass really isn't greener on the other side?
Because of that fear you pretend to be satisfied, and set aside your pride

You never knew it would be so hard to know the difference between love and lust
Where ever it is that we may stand, I never wanted this for us

That's what you tell him all the time, you thought you knew him well
You've learned that love isn't easy, but you never asked for a fairy tale

A simple bond is all you wanted, though sometimes life gets in the way
Bad days and heart ache are expected, but they won't **** you, you'll be okay

But it's gotten way past that, to the point of no return
And you can't just give it all away, respect and trust they have to earn

Maybe this will go on for a lifetime, or maybe one day you'll choose to go
If his mouth still pours words of this missing love, but through his heart it doesn't show

No matter what your decision, your spirit is strong, and I pray you'll be okay
And through trials and tribulations, winters and storms, I hope you find your way

Maybe one day we'll grasp the power of love, and we all will understand

For our existence alone came from his rib by God's own precious hand
this poem is words from personal experience and is supposed to portry me talking to another woman going through the same situation.

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