But mommy, your just 16, a little baby too
Dropping out of school, with fear all you knew
Scared, confused, without thought for what to do
Pregnant, alone, no one to help you through
I’m just a little cell wrapped in gel in your shell
Blanketed in your choices, clothed in your hell
What you chose makes me lose, I’m stripped of a chance
A future unhinged through your held back advance
A cigarette my lunch with a alcohol infused
My cells are multiplying and defying all your booze
These deeds that your doing are just a way to grieve
It’s not right a tweeting teen bears a baby at sixteen
Yet, My future is reflected in how I am protected
Reflected in your education now circumstantially rejected
But Mommy,
You’re a victim of the system, mom’s don’t make it back to class
If I could abort this future, I would give you this free pass
But Mommy,
Daddy’s left and gin’s the comfort that you seek
It’s not your fault morning sickness yields attendance twice a week.
But Mommy,
You didn’t buy a baby but it wasn’t given free
The fee is broken branches on our growing family tree
What to eat, how to treat, what you do with your teat
Is a product of your mother and her hampered heart beat
I’m a fetus on Island surrounded in your mote
Your tongue holds the key to giving me a boat
And Mommy….
I want to stay afloat, not sink with the scum of this place
An educated mind will equip me for what I face
I don’t want to swim in your waters or rise and fall with your tide
I want to conquer these rapids for safety to reside
You kept me on a whim and now life’s forcing me to swim
Education is a paddle to pull away from this grim
I am in a state of ill fate, the fault not my own
A state that’s a trait of where I am grown
Floating in your fluid, feeling a pull
A suction to a world that I will never reach in full
I enter this life crying, screaming for a choice
A choice to not be muted and stripped of a voice
While your home on the phone, leaving me crying all alone
While your actions start to build a list of diseases prone
My schools picked out, because I live in queens
A teacher who isn’t qualified and who laughs at my dreams
I am a baby with no hope, no chance of getting by
When education’s predetermined my future is why I cry
Hug me with the question, “what do you want to be?”
Cuddle with the belief that I can follow that dream
Believe in my visions so I start to do the same
Educate me to care about a diploma proudly framed
A residential address sets me up for defeat
Condemned to delinquency, dealing powder on the street
Mommy, Give me a chance… touch my face.
Sing me song… give me your grace
Don’t sit me in font of walls that don’t spark my mind
Don’t give me a life of a child left behind
Gangs will welcome, with food and open arms
I’m an education victim due to schoolings factory farms
Neither of us will have the skills to fill a food stamps form
How will we get the nutrition and clothing we need worn
Nourishment and shelter will be provided by the gang
We might be dodging bullets but we’ll have food in our hands
I’m looking down the barrel of the life for you and me
These are the projections of imperfection that I see
Give me the freedom to pursue what’s on my mind
Mommy… best team management apps..Don’t them give me the life of a child left behind.
