I’m not pointing fingers
But we must admit
That the black community is damaged
No one wants to talk about it
No one wants to face
What is happening
No one wants to get serious
About their life choices
The ones that actually has
Major consequences
That unfortunately once done
We can’t change or fix
People want to program their minds
To see their lives
As a happily ever after
A fairy tale
But no one wants to discuss
How certain choices can bring
Us back to reality have us
Sounding like a nursery rhyme
Old woman in the shoe
Had so many children
That she didn’t know what to do
Messing with the wrong men
Will have your life like a soap opera
All my children
And you are Not Erica
Having multiple babies out of wedlock
Losing value on the dating market
As if the arrow is pointing downward
On Down Jones
Ladies don’t waste unnecessary time
Ask the man who you feel
Maybe your potential mate
What are his goals and dreams
If he wants to get married
He will tell you
Don’t let having multiple children
And him not marrying you
To be a life lesson
It won’t be only you who will suffer
The children will too
Don’t be a fool
Don’t continue to hold on
Respect his decision
Move on life is short
Even though every single black mother’s
Situations are unique
Even though all single black mothers
Are not irresponsible
It doesn’t matter to
The people of the world
It’s time to wake up
Poverty, despair, and hopelessness
Are parts of nightmares
And should not be identified as
Being apart of African American culture
We have got to do better
We have to not feed into the negative
Stereotypes and generalizations
That some of us choose to embrace
It’s a big mistake
It’s up to us what we choose
What we answer to or who we allow
Ourselves to get attached to
Allowing negativity to turn inward
Single black mothers are not used goods
Not all of us are from the hood
Not all of us are ghetto
Those are words of the devil
We know that he is the biggest liar
Of them all
One of the greatest titles
That a woman can possess
Is being called mother
The greatest words that a parent
Can hear is their children
Tell them that they love you
We want our children to have
A better life than what we had
That requires having a stable home
Which consist of a mom and a dad
A happy homes goes beyond a fad
It never goes out of style
We don’t want to be responsible
For our children walking around
With a hole in their hearts
Remember they are suppose
To experience love first
From ma and pops
It’s time to break the curse
It’s time to stop making excuses
Because they are useless
The Black community
Needs to get it together
The broken home situation
Is very urgent
Be Lifted 