I hoped to write about my pride
A Mother who thrives,
Made up of wins
And not a whisper of has-been
Working every day towards
Goals I’ve set forth
With a clear mind and strong resolve
Not a second wasted
On wondering where I expect to land
Ten years time down in my plans
Looking at vacations
Love, sex, and accomplishments
That weren’t intended to be owned
By a single mother with no flavor
Breaking the mold
Owning the title of survivor
Wearing a crown like a queen
Who transcended expectations
Of a girl who was once just a poor west sider
I meant to write about
How good I look in the mirror
When my makeup is done just right
Or how by breasts compliment the curves
Of my hips so nice
Bringing out rhymes that taste like lust
Turning to love when the mystery
Of my smile is found in the seat of my soul
Which rests deeply in the light of my eyes
Sharing in my victories
Victorious in my day to day grind
I meant to forget that today I cried
Poetry on Paper 