Growing up I always told myself
That I would not be a single parent
Raising kids without help
I always felt
That life belonged to someone else
There’s no lucky charms
It’s time to ring the alarm
What’s going on in the
Black community
Making it seem like being
A single black mom
Is an awesome thing as if
Being a struggling mother is a way
To earn stripes
Being a single parent
Doing it all alone
Is not right
It’s quite pathetic
Some of this black fathers
Don’t even care enough
To co-parent
They like to forget
Or assume that paying
Child support will make up for it
This situation is a huge epidemic
One that no one should mimic
It isn’t a lifestyle
That’s glamorise
Say what you want about me
It won’t change how I feel
A stable upbringing should
Always be within our sight
Some of us are just too
Blind to see
I was once like other people too
Now I look back and think
What did I do
To end up with a baby father
Like you
Like a song on the radio
I listened to your tune
Now I am here looking like a fool
Man I wish that I had the analogy
Of no wedding no wound
Had I had it
It would have giving me more
Time to get to know you
I wished that my old schooled ways
Had of saved me from
What I am going through today
My sons would have been saved
From the typical black
Single parent home
It’s so wrong for my sons
To grow up withdrawn
I wished that only I
Could bare this burden alone
Still this is the life that I chose
My choices I own
Allowing my fleshy goals
To take control
Thankful for allowing Christ
To help me to be reborn
And I have learned to never
Put a deadline
On God’s time
For He has no limits
That sometimes it’s not
Always the things that we planned
That are the best
But in fact it’s the things
That are not planned
Which are the true miracles
Not trying to get all spiritual
But God’s way is the best way
For sure
So I will embrace
What God has on the way
Being a single mom
Isn’t the end
But the beginning
Of what God has
For my family and me
Thank You God All Almighty

