Me and Seed

I am a mother who makes
mistakes. The blame I will take, as
I try to place the burden solely
on
Me.
Responsibility is key
to having seed and
I know it is difficult to understand the
demands life places on a
single black woman.
But take a step back and attempt
to see.
Marriage makes the woman whole yet there
are two other pieces of
Me
that He needs to meet. Now
He and I combined to make number three
yet in the end there is just
Me.
Fast fix to get out of this rut, emotions
bottled up so long that
lust is now love, he adores
Me.
So I am Mrs. He, soon He removes
His prince charming mask
and reveals he is truly a beast.
To be free from His clutches
means we must flee. With no where to go,
I carry my two and his seed in
Me.
Quickly, quietly, in the night
we leave, never to see Him again
But the fright is always in the back of my mind
as I work this nine to five for four only
making enough for three,
So that I go without but
My seed wants for nothing, because its
not about
Me