Brenda's Baby

This poem is more of a continuation of a Tupac song, Brenda's Got A Baby, it's my follow on to that story about a woman from a poor background.

Brenda's baby is born, through the crack she dawns
A rose scorned, from the thorns which have formed
Down a road, that's well travelled upon
The poorest pawn, left with a mother to mourn
A survivor who done, what was needed to survive
A choice chosen, to open throughout the night
Violence and disease part of the job role
But options were limited, which what she's got tho
A life of misery artificially taken away
No prescription, for the drugs she takes
Born with her mothers Dark Dragons
And the same thing is about to happen,
The higher the risk the more they pay
Inevitable it would be this or AIDS
A cycle repeated as she makes her mother's mistake
In nine month's and a few days
Brenda's baby throws her baby away

Money and Me

Money and Me, It just couldn't be
Too young, too stupid for cash
I spend a month's wage, way to rash
A night on the town, a weekend on the lash
A sight when I'm out, seeking to never come back
I drink until I have drowned, I smoke until my lungs are brown
I dread to think, if I could afford another few rounds
I wouldn't stop, only rest is to sleep,
But I live for the weekends, my time to be me
Tho heaven forbid I was to end up rich
Cus my body couldn't handle with what I would do with it

For Me

It has been a long time since I posted anything thought i would just right something quickly into this, I have given it up a bit as I have taken time to do other hobby's projects etc... Before I saw this as a way to pass time I enjoyed writing. As time passed my feelings for it grew dim as I saw the more I wrote the less people actually came to my site it was disheartening. I realise that this is not what this is for, This is For Me. This is my dumping ground its where I can write what I want, how I want & when I want. I will then for time to time when my mind dwindles update this as when I feel to.