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I gather no moss –
I keep company with Mick Jagger and Keith Richards.
I’ll never meander over to pop –
I suddenly scatter once my paternity’s delivered.
Earn my keep for a litter?!! –
my bastard seeds are fostered.
I have the restraint of wild animals –
I can’t contain urges to copulate.
To create a child is natural –
to raise one takes nerves that I opt to castrate…
I’ve cast the ‘pop’ out of populate –
I am an absentee father.
I’m the counterpart to deadbeat dads –
I’ve got my own jaded life to live.
I renounce and discard toddlers like Dead Sea rags –
I can’t be a Wayans wife with kids.
For the right price, I’ll bid –
the government helps me stress the village.
I keep foster homes thrivin’ –
I’m a parent by consortium.
I keep a doctor on my privates –
my womb’s nearly barren from abortions…
If I bear ‘em, I extort ‘em –
I am a mother who selfishly neglects her children.

I disturb the peace like Luda –
I’m the root cause of neighborhood watches.
I disturb street dreams like Krueger –
my Ruger haunts and robs
safe havens of good conscience.
As the hood darkens –
I worsen the despair within.
Ensnared in it, I ensure others
will succumb to trouble –
I’m a rebel of lost cause.
I’m arrogant, I snub others with gun muzzles –
I’m an unsettled thug in harsh squads…
My level’s marred and off – I am an urban terrorist.

I own these figurative personas –
they’re curved to my blueprint of misery.
These clones are derivatives of my corona –
my circle of influence is riveting.
I’m a nuisance to chivalry – if you surpass where I fail,
I’ll pull you into hapless peril.
I drain power from others into myself –
whether or not we possess parallel traits.
I gain prowess by smothering your wealth –
Off the top, I’ve successfully held mates…
I’m full of self-propelled hate – I am a crab in a barrel.

IV
I have no faith in myself –
I’m afraid of failure.
The industrious traits I illustrate, I quell –
I’d rather play the trailer.
Despite the persuasion of elders –
I shun being a leader.
To distract and counteract my aptitude –
I’m not a class act, I act up abruptly in class.
I’ll mismatch countless facts
while I’m trapped in school,
but I’m a master at Madden –
trust me, I’m bad!…
I can’t withstand bumpy paths –
I am an underachiever.

I’m quite aware of my talents –
I determine my own success.
When it comes to sharing, I’m callous –
the streets I deserted can own what’s left.
I’ll duck my address once I get the hell out!
I helped myself out, why reach back? –
this wealth wasn’t given to me!
My path is a stealth route, don’t try to sneak facts –
what I’ve beheld is specific to me…
No one else can live this but me! – I am a sellout.

I have an identity –
but I find fads and fashions to be of more interest.
I have mindless tendencies –
I ride bandwagon tours with splintered depth.
I have no center left – I adapt my plight to monitors.
If slomming took off –
my leech fetish would be the freshest and flyest.
Honestly, I’d saw my foot off
if feet became less stylish…
If it’s next, I’ve already tried it – I am a blind follower.
I could benefit from a prison break –
but I’m accustomed to the accommodations.
I’m used to syringes and prison rapes –
I’ve adjusted to subconscious complacence.
I can’t function beyond its cadence –
I’m a mentally brutalized integer.
I’ll likely go when released, but I’ll return –
my environment must love me.
With an I.P.O. to greet me, I’ll be worked –
my retirement fund is the government’s keep…
I admire freedom begrudgingly –
I am an institutionalized prisoner.

The base found upon my grounds
is what revolves ‘round the previously mentioned.
I’m preyed upon and renowned by hounds –
they’ve evolved to sniff out my meager existence.
My weakness is the premise –
it’s often flaunted doggedly
as a shammed shame.
I’m more than what I see in myself –
others don’t want me to achieve my potential.
I was born with an innate degree of wealth –
others don’t want me to seek higher credentials…
They deny my essentials –
I am the target of darkly marketed campaigns.
V
This is what this generation faces.
This is what they denigrate with veneration.
This is degenerate disintegration –
it’s happening right before us!
Fearing our own strength has corrosive motives.
It’s shown when we disown,
turn over or overthrow it…
We’re worst when we won’t
grow our own components –
this tragic plight is enormous.
If I steer someone else astray within my same race,
Then I fear the sum of myself in displaced angst.
Restraining reins flay slated gains
when we trade traits for grandstands.
Whether exchanged for rank or afraid of the stakes,
We put to shame the grace that makes no mistakes …
Don’t be afraid of your face – exclaim I am that I AM!
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‘For God has not given us a spirit of fear,
but of power and of love and of sound mind.’
– 2 Titus 1:7 NKJV
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‘So God created man in His own image;
in the image of God He created him;
male and female, he created them.’
– Genesis 1:27 NKJV
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‘And God said unto Moses, “I AM THAT I AM:”… ’
– Exodus 3:14