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Jay Dee Jun 2016
This is for all the single mommas.
This is for all the single poppas.

Wake up in the morning and think time will tell.
Oh ****! I over slept again? What the hell!
Got to make breakfast. Lets go get dressed.
Before you wake up your baby you stare at them in awe thinking I'm so impressed!

Got to pack lunch. Don't forget a snack.
Practice your abc's and don't talk back!

Thank God it's payday we need it so much.
Checking your account like what the ****!
This barely covers half of everything.
Don't flip out...baby is watching.

I see you going to work.
I know you're going to class.
I see you cherish that time with baby because it goes so fast.

You want to call up your *****/egg donor.
Tell em whats going on. What they need to do. They make up every excuse. And you'll never fathom how they really dont care. Screaming inside. This **** ain't fair!

I see it everyday. I see how hard you try.
May I give some advice? Don't hold it inside...if you have to let out a cry.

You know we are strong.
You know we all get along.
Because at the days end we are our own nation. For eachother. For one another.
Try to keep your chin up when u get fed up from rainy weather. I promise you the sun will shine. So look up at the clouds and reach for the sky.

Walk loud.
Walk proud.
We are single mommas.
We are single poppas.
I salute you. We have a code of honor.
I salute the single mommas.
I salute the single poppas.


-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
#Children #Single #Parent #Love #IWillGoToTheBottomOfTheSeaDefendingYou
PhiWrit Nov 2015
I'm Runnin Jews like Lil Dicky
Run the Jewels, and Ricky
With soso flow of Biggie
Ever since I quit the ciggie
Livin life straight propper
Givin props to Big Poppa
I'm off the spliffs and poppas
Writin riffs for beats that drop ya
Lingerie ladies who have
Curved bodies tight Mercedes
Hot as Hades 420 degrees
Just hot enough to chrisp my cheese
Torchin these trees
Straight from Belieze
Blowin Bolivian keys up they ***
As their friends ends they pass
None of y'all thought this Jew could last
Two days past your last meal
Didn't really know how to feel
Cause I ****** you so raw
Y'all got mistook for veal
That means hyper tender
No allussion to child *** offender
Call me a money stack lender
Back ****** but never a pretender
If I split her in half
God'll have ta mend her
This **** is known to send ya
Into bliss quick
That feeling'll stick
When the tip touch they lower lip
They get oil slick
Just the thought get's 'em hotta than a candle wick
Though you know I don't flow with no trick
Start off slow so we can show each other
Our flame be sure not to smother
Like an over protective mother
Reflect on it while it's lit
Climb inside my mind
See how I visualize thee
Undress and become pantiless
You're sittin on my face
I impress with the pace
I carress your **** with tongue
Spell sinless you'll be a wet well
When you see how well I'm hung (do tell)
Kitbag of Words Feb 2014
What the fk is wrong with this site?
you writings,
extraordinary!

hint:
Write of moon and June and broken hearts, cutting, scars, cloying clouds, moons and suns, momma's and poppas,  throw in a couple of I love youse,
and I assure you fame will be 10000 reads long and weak,
but don't ever look in the mirror,
you might not like the ***** you see,
and that will be the end of our curiously lovely new
"Relationship"

for you I will stick around here.
For Harriet Tecumsah Watt  who uses language to whip frenzy, into lathers of love for all humankind.
wichitarick Jun 2017
TAKING IT ALL IN

Nightbird,Nightbird cawing  in the twilight ,outside my window causing us a fright

Long comes mornin when pretty birds are singing in a big blue sky ,but they soon flyaway & the clouds turn grey

Had laid & slept, dreamt of a better time, windy warm felt like we were limber, lofty like a kite

Soon those feelings are turning impossible ,nothing is  plausible ,again thrown into the fray

Pretty flowers, greening grasses laid out in a grand display then like the breath of hades is sent into blight

Lovely memories,mommas and poppas, brothers & sisters, with many a friend but with time I've seen their passing & felt them go away

Gentle mist softly sending us into bliss, gathered in pools,  streams to flowing rivers then amassing into crashing,bashing salty waves frightening like suicide

Cuddly kittens cooing,playing puppies barking ,turning into lions and wolves growling and howling at the moon while at bay

Evolution,revolution of earth spinning ,showing cycles of light, fading then dark,darker darkest ,then alone & terrified

Begin with a grin,awake to forge ahead when we win,slowly breaking stride,left with more to hide,how much will the next load weigh

So it seems we're left with what we see hear or feel ,right or wrong
time it seems helps us take it all in stride. .R.C.
Originally started harmonizing some words in a bluegrass or folk style,but then just added to it , I don't tend to "fill in the black" :) but thought maybe better to show good & bad or dark & light? But thanks for reading. your thoughts are helpful. Rick
Solitaire Archer Mar 2022
Solitaire Kathrynne-Lynne Archer
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Lady, Send Me The Child

Send me the quiet child or the loudest child
Send me the chatterbox with a million questions or the child that builds castles in the clouds
Send me the child that sees 3 steps ahead and the child who dreams of new worlds and magnificent anima,s who speak and sing

Send  me the child who weeps at stories and late-night movies or picks dandelions for strangers
Send me the broken and needy child
Send me the child that hugs and kisses and tells stories to every neighbourhood pet and cries with children he has never met before

Send me the child that visits all the elders
Send me those that take longer to "get it"
Send me those who are here for a short time who need me most
Send me the little Mums and Poppas whose hearts always have room . . .

Send me those that still tremble and shriek every night
Sene me the child of war of abuse of neglect
those who no longer speak or hurt themselves in quiet desperation

Send me those that see their own rainbows that they may shed light on the world

Goddess, please, I will ask naught else, Please send me the children and this I do pledge
I promise to treasure them all

— The End —