Why do we value criticism over content?
The love I've known abandoned me at the slightest difficulty, how could I ever understand it thoroughly?
The reason for rhyme, found me in a darker time
Lovingly being there for my girl's cost me a considerable amount of time
I don't regret those gorgeous girls, I love them an cherish every second I get
Yet terrible timing an the absence of a concrete plan, led to very reasonable reasons to be upset
A majority of my poetry was wrote during the time I wasted
On the back of what ever scrap paper was available
Before it was blank receipt paper in the dead lobby of a taco bell
My creative procress carried me through kinds of hell
Just hearing another person with their children, broke me down knowing just how real my emotions were an why my shift wouldn't allow me to feel them
I'm not heartless, I just adapted to exist around other people
At the very least work, when your pay stubs are the only form of love you can show your child
I'm not in denial, I know the pain I feel will last for a long while
They could give me a ten dollar bond, I'd do an entire year while everyone's life moved on
I don't matter to anyone else but my children
While I was incarcerated they took them
When women lose their children they are sedated
When men lose their children they don't care

You aren't any different if you think you could sympathize with how I'm feeling
You couldn't bother yourself enough to see it
I've learned to cherish love without trying to believe it
Maybe it's your beauty, or the memories that heal as much as they hurt
I wouldn't dare tarnish your sentiments with the utterance of a single word
I think about you...