Description: A urban satire, reflecting the sterotypical ways in which african americans are portrayed in a modern day society.
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It took her by surprise when the door bell rang
It was Pookey, Shaniquas babys daddy
Where had his triflin ass been?
She looked a him as he stood by the door
In a fiitted cap and a lakers jersey
She hated him
All the lies he told
The welfare he left her on
And the roach filled aparment that was very cold
She looked in his red eyes burning from the last puff of weed
Then she turned to Shaniqua who was sitting on the floor her eyes aas black as peas
She asked he mother who he was in a very low sort of voice
She turned to Pookey and said nobody
Because love was her drug of choice
Pookey stared at her in a glassey sort of haze
He raised his fist
She closed the door for good because it was her own bills that she paid.
Situations like this do often happen a lot.The mother becomes the single and lonely parent trying to raise their precious child on their own.I wrote a poem called Too Many Doubts in a Good Man.It is some what similar to yours.Read it and tell me what you think about it.Thanks.
that's sad. it does happen too many times to people. i liked the imagery in your poem.
"Then she turned to Shaniqua who was sitting on the floor her eyes aas black as peas She asked he mother who he was in a very low sort of voice She turned to Pookey and said nobody"
that's the part that got to me the most. man, i know how it feels. anyways, great write, keep it up. i think you have talent ~kriss
Wow, how very very awkward...and sad...really really sad. There's a lot of tension build-up in this piece. I know the entry was meant to be funny somewhat but I just can't chuckle over something like this...
Guuuurl this is soooooooo fly, you know...you should really be in the books. I'm blown away by this. It bought tears to my eyes. I remember when Rakim left me with all those babies in that one bedroom apartment, and I had to strip at the suga shack to make money. Remember when Mr. Cashmoney touched my ass and I knocked him out?...Yeah that was some funny ass [censored] lmfaoarotf.
I love the part when you said:
She asked he mother who he was in a very low sort of voice She turned to Pookey and said nobody Because love was her drug of choice Pookey stared at her in a glassey sort of haze He raised his fist She closed the door for good because it was her own bills that she paid.
That was some important [censored] right thurr, anyhoo dittle keep your head up and remember baby daddys may come and go but welfare checks are here to stay.
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