Mrs. Smith by Sandra Charite I am not your motherWho left you at the age of tenI am not the girlWho dissed you in front of your friendsI am not one of those Who dance half-naked girls in Jay-Z videosI am not the one Who takes you from high to lowI am not the oneWho sleeps with your boysThen be called a “hoe”I am not the oneWho stalks youThen flattens your tiresI am not the one to catch you cheatin’Then set your clothes on fireI am not the oneWho comes half-steppin’ on the household choresI am not the one to put your laundryOut on the front doorI am the one Who made a commitment with youFor lifeI am the mother of your childrenI am your wife
I loved your condemnation of Jay -Z vidoes showing my sisters naked and abused. I admire my sisters who have come to terms with reality and known that being abused shatters them and leaves them behind battered and most have taken shelter in illusion of crack cocaine
