Today I almost ran into a young mother
And the encounter
Left me trying to smother
My anger
At seeing such a beautiful baby and young lady
But no older brother
Leaving a man to be raised
By her and her mother
Yeah it’s another
Don’t be a bad reader and say you can’t bother
This poem was inspired
By a young mother
She is the story
So after you’re done
Be kind rewind
But first please take time to read her
I was stepping onto the bus and suddenly
This young mother
Backs up
Saying I’m sorry
Hides her face
So I couldn’t see her
No matter how hard I tried she hid her eyes
She didn’t want me to see them either
Even though all I wanted to do was share a smile
Congratulate her on her child
I felt her nervousness her fear
Maybe in the past there were tears
I didn’t witness those either
But on the ride home I wondered
Why she hid her face when all I wanted to say was
You’re in possession of a future leader
Then I think to myself about my story
And that’s when I thank GOD for my mother
Because it was like being born into
The hands of my one and only love
Her to this day put no one above her
Like my name was Danny
And she was the Glove-
Her
She’s
All kisses but strong when you need her
And I want you to grasp more than the words
The emotions the thoughts the feeling
Behind and weaved in every line even
If as witnessed above I have to make them absurd
Word
Word
And you’ll
End up in the hospital with wishes
That you had held back your “disses”
In regards to the lady the misses
Now back to the young lady
This young mother
Whose eyes I never saw
But her sorry was filled with fear
At seeing an older brother
While in possession of
An accidental younger brother
Why is she ashamed
And why wasn’t my mother
Where was the love the fierce
Determination
First name Sasha
I wish I could have said
Young lady you’re raising my future brother
I would never vote for him but he could be
A positive difference the first and only coming
The real Barack Obama
I see your future
I see the drama
But there’ll be nothing more special
Than when that baby says mama
And if she shows her pride
And treats him like a love
Her child will grow and put no one above her
This was inspired by one
But it goes out to all the
Now and future mothers
Who will never say I’m tired
I can’t bother
July 14, 2010
Excerpt from “The World and How I See It”