First came-game-
Then a name-to this dame-
The conversation where you feel you no each other-
The seduction to turn a friend to a lover-
Love made cause sex would require a rubber-
Then find out this martyr,
couldn’t be a father,
when he found you would become a mother-
then comes guilt-the distruction of what was built-
now come the tears- from a woman only 16 yrs-
in her life-
aboute to intice a child with paradice
but she liven in stryfe-
instilled to her mind is she need cash –
an since she got ass-
sell herself as a hoe-
it goes against her convictiond though-
but the child needs doe-
by first trimester-
she had paid for her 2nd semester-
thoughts began to fester-
to do better plus the baby kicks left her pestered-
scared of what to do for funds-
she knew nothing of the life she was raised as a nun-
but what was done is done-
she found out she was aboute to have a son-
wild cravings-an only bills in her savings-
she sold her soul 9 to 5 then from 5 to 9 she at her J~O slaving-
one day while shaving-
felt the razor edge and thought a list-
of excuses to slit her wrist-
end this-but hse cant dismiss-
her shot and miss for love to be seduced in a kiss-
where was god in this?
At the same time who outside-
but dad getting out his ride-
butterflies in his stomach wanting to ask her to be his bride-
despite the lies-and that brighter days have lighter skies-
but shiny moons-
bring night over her heart and for her to make her womb-
the babies tomb-
as he came inside-to tears that she had cried-
over the love denied-
he found her live in death sadly to a suicide.
a legacy-
end before it beguine i as you can you live in extcay-
when hennesey- cant chase the memory-
and everytime you look at weed-all you see is your seed