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
