We were nothing more than two young black
*******. Old in soul, too soon we became grown. Belonging to nothing or no one.
Together and alone...

We talked of marriage,
but I questioned my ability to be a
A committed lover.
I could never see the wife in me,
and I could not be his *mother

Unsteady and troubled,
I needed stability and security
he was in over his head,
the young boy,
couldn't be my *daddy