Intertwined In Society
Society is full of statistics
But no one seems to be realistic.
Being realistic comes with the consequence of being optimisic
We live in a wold were there's constant judment,Judgement about the life you live and how it amounts to nothing
Cause your 16 with a baby your life has barely begun
you go through all these looks because you have a little one
A little one who came out nicely and,(ha) Oh a little fiesty
But what happens when the sun don’t shine like it use to, The rain don’t pour like it use to , or was “It all a dream” like big poppa sung?
My number one is now gone?
A mothers worst fear not hearing their babygirl's fears,laughs,cries,excitement or who she says is her next ride or die.
Here I am 2 years later a senior, a mom, someone she can come see in my dreams till I die.
If this is what society made me, so be it
At least I can witness my newborn son see it.
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