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

“Tired of ******* and lies
And ill-attempted tries
And seeing you look at me
        With contempt through your eyes
It’s that I despise

Tired of heartache and pain
Feeling I’m going insane
Like my spirit is being drained
And this has all been in vain
And I’m stuck right here
With only the pieces of my heart
Cause it’s been ripped apart
And I’m standing here like
Where the **** do I start
To repair me
Does anyone hear me?

And I’m mourning letting you be
But, it probably the best bet for me
Cause, loving you is killing me
Painfully waiting for change
I cry
Awakened in a nightmare of life
Passing me by
Slowly losing my mind
Spent days and nights crying
Cause I’m sick of trying

Then feeling forsaken
Leaves my whole perception shaken
Tired of my heart breaking
But ultimately I’m good
Cause honestly I deserve so much more than

******* and lies
And ill-attempted tries
And being looked at
With contempt through your eyes