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Brian Payamps Sep 2014
She said, "How can you just stand there and not care"
I stood my ground as she melted On to the kitchen floor
Told her, "You don't have to hurt no more."
As I walked out like her deadbeat Farher. The door slammed.
Went. Copped a bottle.
And let the project shadows swallow me
Darkness mixed with Hennessy.
I pictured you in my greatest dreams
A minime, a better me
The hurt the pain was just airing out me
Talking to myself in these empty streets
Who is there to hear me!!
Never did I ask why me
Thought I'll help you find your destiny
But God had a better plan for you that didn't include me.
Was it my fault child?
Did I *** short child?
From the **** and the liquor in me
No rubber on when she begged me... to stay.
Your mama brought the devil out from me
But I loved her, loved her more deeply than what I've loved anybody
You were the make or break
The should I go or should I stay
Only man to smile when the cycle didn't come around.
Ask God where I go from here now?
Where you a boy?
Where you a girl?
It doesn't matter with her looks and my attitude you could have taken over the world.
Sun rising as I walk back in to the projects fading shadows
A sticky lobby while wait for this pissy elevator
32nd floor express
As I walk in I see your mama there melted on the kitchen floor
This is a letter to my unborn child
Hope my words reached you in my prayers
Letter to my unborn child.
Jay Dee Jul 2016
there is never a dull moment with she
for she is two..going on three
always on my seats edge
but i love her more than me..that i pledge
she throws the cat food everywhere..everyday
got to clean crayons off the walls once more?...okay
eating lotion again? This marks more than ten
but if  she  needs me..
just tell me where..tell me when
because her hugs are the sweetest
they come when i most need it
when she smiles..my soul soars
no love more pure...she makes me open locked doors
these moments i cherish..good and bad
wont let them perish
to my heart she has the key
she is my*
minime


-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
For my beautiful daughter
Jay Dee May 2016
I wake up every mornin' and get out of bed. Learned how to play it cool when it feels like im dyin inside my head. Smiles everyday..i joke i laugh. Dont know what im writing its just a rough draft. Somethings deep inside me..i try to turn the key, i try to unwind.  I set aside my feelings..had to get em' out the way. But i didnt throw em' out because maybe ill need em' one day. Whats the difference between being weak or being strong?  I can't tell..its been kind of long. But even in the darkest shadows i still have a light. I got my reason to get up and fight. She's watching everyday. Imitating in everyway. My minime. So young. So free. Naa.. I'm not givin' up I'm not stopin'.  Like i said my babygirl is watchin'.





-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
My daughter is my reason

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