She strolled into my cypher like a baby carriage;
So fine;
At night I dreamed we'd marry;
Hand and hand, heart to heart
But the representative is a cleaver politican;
A serpent in disguise,
Contemplating a million ways to enact my untimely demise;
Too blind by the flurries of kisses,
Licks and the constant dipping of my licorice;
The thought,
The smell,
The touch…
Her scent;
Like a wild untamed beast,
I unleashed my wrath like a good dawg gone mad;
Beat it up and left her in a full body bag;
Hitting high notes like Whitney's drug free voice;
Atmosphere of love,
Happiest day of my life; (Baby I'm with child)
But one seed don't stop the show;
Taking pictures of my baby's swole belly,
Hitting Lamaze classes like breathing was a forgotten art;
Giving thanks for allowing me to sow a good seed;
Doc's results gave me a jolting volt of relief,
Our baby's healthy;
Ecstatic with the notion of holding my seed,
Feeding my seed,
Providing for my queen,
And
Protecting my team; (family)
In the back consciousness of my mind resides a single phrase,
Quietly lingering in the distance of my deepest conclaves;
(just because she's swol doesn't mean the babies yours)
But as soon as the thoughts fester I rapidly disregard it;
Words from transgressors;
Too excited to replay what my mind was trying to display;
Geeked like black and white squad cars;
(ladybug minus the love)
She played it raw,
But all I saw were my faults;
First seed,
Answered dreams and the end to my lust for T-H-C;
But necessity often makes for strange bedfellows;
Working overnight,
Lacked proper foresight,
And
Loneliness allowed the head of another man's head to lay on my pillow;
Well ten months later we're blessed with a healthy child,
What could be greater;
Holding my seed,
However her features don't favor me,
My child's expressions don't match mine;
(dam genes grow wild)
Or are they…
But I toss that fact to the back of my brain,
Joy and happiness dissipates doubt and unwarranted pain;
Now Momma knows,
I was always told;
So when she saw my daughter's nose;
Momma said D.N.A stands for
Daddy. Not. Applicable…
Had the procedure performed on the low;
Two weeks later,
Results arrives at my mother's front door…
Packed my things and split…
She called me later…
All irate and out of place…
My only reply was…
Resurrect me through birth…