They spread their legs hoping for love,
What they get is an unwanted kid.
"I’m not the father
You are a whore."
The words spoken often from a man that’s scorned.
The baby, now an "it"
Names make "it" real
He, the naive man, "it wasn’t my sperm",
The underlined truth, "I hate you so I hate your kid."
A greedy man for sex, is a cheap man of love.
Let "it" survive on your salary, I got a babe for mine.
The small empty mouth cries for food
Crying for their daddy who left way to soon.
At conception
Conceived by two, I was left by one,
Fearing she will leave me too,
I cry and scream, insecure in the world,
Doomed from the start,
Daddy,
I will make my success with mommy alone.
copywritten
Michelle Poet
July 6, 2001