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Worth of life
I know sometimes it’s hard for you to tell the world why you’re important

Especially when mommy always reminded you that you were only worth an abortion………………….

That her & her one night stand could not afford ,so 9 months later there you were.

Placed in a world full of envy and greed Where the only thing that could’ve protected you, was love

But unfortunately for you, that’s not what your household was made of

See you were constantly told that you were conceived on the foundations that “things just happen ”.

And whether it was false or true, the biggest mistake was not you

For you are worth….. much more than what your parents lacked in.

No matter how many countless times you searched for a hug but could not find it

Or how many times you tucked yourself in bed because mommy was on her bullshit

But you never understood that,

you could only grasp the fact that what you thought were FACTS , came from the mouths of individuals that could care less…. LETS FACE it

but like so many other faces, you became immune to listening to the ” I hate you” on a daily basis

and instead of breaking free from that cycle like a dummy you embraced it

Chose to run the streets, picked up empty lovers to confine into your bed sheets just so that you could have what you thought was making “beautiful music”

… only to discover it was one of your many used up beats

so scared to be scarred you can’t even see how many wounds you’ve left open

so stuck in your misery that you aint realize that the initial pain only lasted for a moment

walking in the streets with your head hung low,

constantly hurting yourself never paying attention that people hit themselves with the hardest blow

So many things you simply didn’t care to know cause life was irrelevant to you until NOW,

years later, HERE you are with a decision of your own

contemplating on the abortion that your parents could not afford or giving this child the comfort of having what you never had …. a HOME

315 dollars ain’t worth your soul,

315 DOLLARS aint worth ya soul ,

315 dollars aint worth ya soul,

Common said it best …YES

but instead of the brighter path you chose to be like the rest

said you wouldnt know how to love a child until you learn how to love a man……

but Im still confused with your logic because man don’t love you back

of course unless its your back your laying on…..

so misguided cause here you are thinking that stroking means love …

and in your head that is correct because for the first time in the midst of all these men resting in between your thighs

one of them told you that he loved you,

& somewhere in the midst of him humping and grabbing his clothes to say goodbye you thought that those words were true

running up to me , telling me how much hes means to you………

NO….. I’m sure you barely know his real name, for him, I’m sure its the same

BUT you tell me he makes you feel beautiful and I’m sure that’s only when his hands are in the comfort of your skirt….

and I’m finding myself lost for words like a baby at birth

because i know everything that im saying means nothing to your ears until you recognize how much your worth