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Not A Real Man


One meal a day, Is all I ever ate, It sucked coming home to nothing in the frig, A bottle of water and meat that been sitting 'for real', Get in trouble if I asked to eat, All the words I ever got was, "Boy do you see anything to eat, We are black poor people, If you want to eat you better get a job." A job at age 16, Living in America more like Africa, Poor and hungry I sit and wonder, Is this all I'll ever be, No Imma be a MAN, Something my father never was to me, Maybe I should drop out and help my moms with the food, Plus I'm sick of hearing my sister crying about how hungry they be, It time I be a MAN, Go get this paper, Dropped out last week going to make this money, Haha now we can eat, Moms not complaining, Sister not crying, I am a MAN, But wait this isn't the man I planned to be.
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