Broken Home

My dad is so worthless I cant even find the words to describe him. Im my mind he is absent so I expect no surprises, He planted a seed but failed to wath it grow No water, I couldn't live. No other farmer came to plow. Time waits for no man and I'm about to be eighteen. Being a black female with a present farmer seems like a dream. My reality is shattered, goals scattered. You barely know me but you can tell me that college doesn;t matter. Because I'm promiscuous and this becomes irrelevent, When I get pregnant, Id be lucky if I even become a high school graduate The world today, People thrive off others flaws. Is it my fault that I let another MAN talk me out of my draws? Let the chrous play so I could hear future say, "I just need loooove and affection" But I look in all the wrong places. Trying to put my mind to work, I pray it takes me PLACES...