hello ***,
this is kettle
you too are black
and you should know, this time
you've veered too far off track
and now I cannot ever come back
you said before, he's not a man
no man leaves his children
and yet you've gone and done it yourself
even after these years knowing me
what kind of women, I ask
can turn her back, on one of her children
you still got another kid ma, or did you forget?
like since I decided to get to know that
'not real' man that You made my father
I became less yours
but she, forever and always
'cause she don't want him around
for someone who says she suffers so
for having already said goodbye forever to one child
you should recognize the demise of the relationship with another
you're supposed to be my mother, not the one
who holds her love
over my head, by a tiny string,
like a ton of weighted lead
it's supposed to be unconditional, equal
between all your creations,
but I guess that's just what I
dreamed up in my imagination
'cause you cut that string and let that weight drop
without even a second thought,
you cut me out
but you got what you really want
of me you are rid
less one headache, less one whole in your pocket
and left with just your one perfect kid