The Eclectic Pen - I bust out of my Momma


By: Miriam G. (SoccerMomMimi)   + 20 more  
Date Submitted: 2/12/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 572
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  I Bust out of my Momma (Knowing)…

I bust out of my momma
Feeling all the screams of pain
Knowing only Allah can save me from this hell
I bust out of my momma
Knowing broken down cry’s of broken down hoods
Knowing that to owe two cents was to owe my life
I bust out of momma knowing
One day having to sell to my own
Knowing that to survive you must run licks
And run the risk of being just a trick
I bust out of my momma knowing
There are wakes everyday for people who would never sleep
Knowing what has to be done to make that paper dough
I bust my momma knowing that to not blade my mouth was how to get stuck.


I bust out of my momma knowing
Empty belly’s was everyday dreams
That the only way to eat was to sell a part of me
I bust out of my momma knowing
That life would be sustained by just bread and butter
Famine is a natural cause of death
I bust out of my momma
Not knowing what 3 meals a day was

I bust out of my momma knowing
To be crazy means to be ALIVE!
I bust out of my momma knowing that the man would try to hold me back but
Only I could do that.
Knowing the meaning of consequences and repercussions
Knowing that my mental stability is always on the rocks
Knowing that a brick of the projects I can’t let myself be

I bust out of my momma
Knowing that to be black and gay is an abomination of everyday society
Knowing hospitals are a big white lie
Giving you big bills for shit they never even healed
I bust out of my momma knowing a good mate is hard to find better go look in the everyday classifieds
I bust out knowing of the nations troubles
Knowing society’s white rules are meant not to be broken
I bust out knowing that there are crazy minds that are in my ear talking shit
Knowing that to smoke is to die but not knowing how to quit is called life
I bust out of my momma
Knowing the theory of social strain and social despair
Knowing you can’t be black and on Wall Street
I bust out of my momma
Knowing what racism was and how it’s portrayed to be today
Knowing what hard work was and what the youths hate doing today
I bust out of my momma
Saying I was free…
Only to be smacked with harsh reality

I bust out of my momma
Knowing whupping by threes and fours
Keeping on the Good Lords road
I bust out of my momma knowing how to fight for every breath

I bust out of my momma
Knowing rape by the age of three
I bust out of my momma
Knowing I would get F’s in school
Passing the laws of street life with ease
I bust out knowing
Initiations for fives was doing your first drive by
Knowing that the faceless father will get me in the end
I bust out of my momma
Knowing half’s of life’s friends dead by the age of ten
Knowing jail to be the great sweet sixteen
Not knowing what a college degree was
A GED being more then enough
I bust out of my momma
Knowing eighteen means dead in the streets

I bust out of my momma being taught all the worlds’ pain and anguish
I bust out knowing that there are two paths to take
I bust out of my momma wishing that everything would just all fade away
I bust out knowing that all this
Made me want to not have one bust out of me





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