Diary of a Step-Father

Diary of a Step-Father

Step up to be a father; or a father to be stepped on

Trying to figure it out;

You a man I’m a man

That’s your child I understand;

Yet here you stand; getting your life on track

Of the crack; that’s the plan

So

Why for you; I have so much hate and contempt

A this life you createdThen discarded

Now with me, her Step-Father, time is spent

Yet still I’m dumbfounded by your attempts

Now you want to be involved in a life you gave up

For crack cocaine it’s a damn shame

Now in my face shaking my hand saying “wassup man”

This dance I entertain; although you knows my distain

As we smile cheaply; oh how it’s he I despise

Although cordial and friendly to the naked eyes

Of those around us; it seems so

Like we’re friends; these two men

Now I have to commend you

On your ways; trying to mend; but I can’t pretend

Or try to hide the frustration in the end

Sitting here knowing my own child I never see

But child support still pursues me

For a child I help give birth

But never allowed to see this child I brought to this earth

Only because child support and visitation

Two separate things; in this great nation

LMAO

The bigger man I am; never to stand between

The rights of a father and my pride

But what does it do for my selfesteem

When on my back you step; the father you weren’t

Now you want to be a parent

Without earning the right

Cause drugs caused you to loose sight

Of the things I now hold dear

A fine line I must now walk

Between my daughter’s feelings

And my contempt for you and what I know

Keeping it straight in my heart and soul

With you and our talks; dealings; to show I’m in control

Even if you’re not with me; no bother

Because I’m what you couldn’t be and Stepped up to be a Father

For the life you’re trying to claim

Your child ain’t the same; changed

With knowledge from me gained

From a spiritual plain

The love of my life this Step-Father has attained.

FANCY TALK

FANCY TALK

Is what you call it; nah bruh

Just words to paper that’s all

To you incomprehensible meaning not understood

6 syllable words; I spit to ya even though from da hood

It just proves to the masses against you; that just wouldn’t quit

What I thought to be farce until I saw it for myself; about you being illiterate

Meaning showing or marked by a lack of familiarity with language and literature

You’re not dumb; not by far

Sharp as knife you are

Proven by your quick wit

With past bullshit…you just won’t quit

the opportunities you had I wasn’t afforded that’s for sure

so I matured and began to open up my own doors

However just like you; I went through the same torment and despair

The same bullshit; made me not want to care….

So my mind grew louder, not my mouth; with words of linguistic form

In monosyllable, morpheme; a collocation of idioms, and phrases with locution

filled archaism type coinage; because of my colloquialism of euphemisms

just loaned words with modernism and not just neologisms

is all I’ve every tried to share;

but you’d rather get angry and twisted than learn these words; nah you won’t dare

that’s cool though; on your level I also can get

So phuk the dumb shit; I’ve called it quits

Long before; that’s why I choose to ignore

All the past issues you at me you try to spit

rockin loud but not sayin shit

about common knowledge; you just frontin

the boy now a man; needin to be respected 4sho

otherwise motherfucker; get ta steppin out tha door

where you’ll meet in the street

in the name of God on those you verbally beat

while stomping on them with your feet

You say you’re not bitter anymore

You’re saved and cured…..

And you’ve learned that you can only control yourself

a lesson short lived that day; harsh word were dealt

And if mom wants to stay in a verbally abusive relationship, that’s her business

You’re right; encountering the same from you; verbal abusiveness

From the one who tried to protect her; you say your real; true dat

Real consistent at screamin cussin, fussin and bustin in fact

Without tack, you attack; standing in da face is where you stand no matter the cost

To be a man you demand respect; while in the land of the lost.

No disrespect is meant; keeping it simple my intent

No fancy talk, just words I spew;

So if ya got bent behind these words I sent

I wouldn’t trip; not off your form to which you stay true

if you were say to me Phuk You!

Liquid Words

Liquid Words

Leaky is a poet’s mental faucet

Drops of thoughts flow

As though pressure to great

To hold back or cut off

No washer to replace; nor filter to filtrate

A poet’s flow of liquid words

Whether collected in your heart

Absorbed in your mind

or flushed down society’s drain

Liquid will words continue to flow;

From all poets to you just the same

For you to pour it out or consume and hydrate your brain

As the seas covering two third of the planet

So is their mind covered; infinitely deep like the seas

Minuet in comparison to the universe and it’s  galaxies

Yet still exist; ever present, flowing outward

A poet’s Liquid words

By Jelaco

Love Lust

Love Lust

Morning mist wave after wave

on my face; my heart drowned

 in oceans tides under currents

 subliminal trust lost to lust; forgiveness a must

 search we try for reasons why

 they had to forsake trust for lust

 I remember times when life, a gust of love’s fresh air

nothing left but the despair of love lost

 including trust; to the lust they had to have, a must

so now I fear love the most never again allow myself

to love or lust

 now only myself I trust

all because of love lust; love lost

by Jelaco