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Jan 2014
My baby’s mother
Term used to describe me
Classifying me, derogatively
Term used by a man
To whom on his own 2 feet he can’t stand
A man who despises his seed
Yet, continues to breed
Expecting me to remain in one place
Quickly yelling he needs space
Cause he needs to find himself
No time for us
But always makes time for anything else
Constantly hollering he feels left out
Don’t know what being a father is all about
No child support yet needing clothes for court
Depending on me to be in his corner
To his seed he’s a foreigner
My baby’s mother
A phrase used by a man
Who can’t seem to stand
The seed he produced
Who won’t reduce his love for the street life
Taking hoochies for his wife
Rather live trife
Rather be free and neglect his responsibility
Blaming me, shaming me, steadily smoking blow
Claiming he loves us; yet, it fails to show
Reducing me to nothing
Placing me in the midst of drama
Oh yeah, I’m just his baby’s mama
W Delany
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W Delany  Baltimore
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