I CAN

I spit you like a rhyme , no more dedicated or original , kinda my last time. Not a pitty party cause my heart is hearty , like the steak sauce that was meant to prevent the uncooked steak that reminds me of he pink wounds in Mommys face. I'm angry can't you tell I shouldn't have to scream and yell at all the possibilities and all the thins that she could be , spreading her precious legs , to feed me bright yellow eggs , I'm hungry , I'm hungry , not tears or sympathy but your empathy to understand , that no longer having a man I did it cause I can , and I will I wish you dumb bunnies could understand how I feel . Caged like a animal , dis aligned from the works , no such thing for a poor black American girl , 2 babies in the trash can , one on the way , can't let him beat me cause I wanna stay , my home is nice the feed me clothe me  & make sure I'm doing right . But that's not it I'm cutting story when it really doesn't end , all my rainbows are faded , trust in the dust , didn't know where to stand ,I did what was left, I did what I can.