She walks across the sidewalk with a seductive stride. She has covered her face in makeup as a mask of disguise. Her rent is coming up with a child to feed. She hops in the backseat, and for a moment her mind is at ease. So was I there? No. I just know that a mother's pain is for her babygirl to become a " master of seduction".
His pants hang low. The girls listen to his tired flow. He stays on the block like a lady of the night. He's not always wrong, but he never had a father figure to teach him what's right. So was I there? No. I just know that a mother's pain is for her babyboy to be some big time drug dealer.
By: Poetic Janyia
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Facts of Life
RandomThese are poems that I've been writing from 2014-present time. Some of my poems are based off of things I have experienced, writing poems from other people's POV, or from my imagination. I hope you enjoy them. - Janyia
