she was a single mother,
mother of three,
children had no father figure
all of them had to grow up trying
to figure out what father means to them.
she was tired of men whistling and tripping
over her big behind.
see, she held on her hands a university degree
seems her life was stuck on day volunteering
and night waitressing.
all she ever wanted was a man who would
sweep her off her feet and be a leader to her
kids.
no luck, all she ever met were *******,
pimps and hustler all who had the intention
to bust a nut on her.
so the black unicorn sang, mama i need
your prayers, mama i need God's hands.
pray for me again, again and again.
night light's light shines too bright on
these electricity bills and the landlord
dont even care how she feel.
said, "if you laid on this table any time for me, you
wont need to worry about the rent, boo"
so she did it.
every time he touched her, he ripped off
parts of her spirit.
so the black unicorn sang, in jazz clubs while
the kids stayed with grandma. she sang
a piece of mind just to get a peace of mind.
she was tired of being told she was beautiful
because every finger laid on her was a *******
to her beautiful skin, queen.
she was tired of "im not ready","its not you, its me".
she was tired of wearing her heart on her sleeve.
The Black Unicorn still sings.
to all the single women with children who work hard.
you deserve better.