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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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