Poem to My Unborn II: Baby Fever

Son, daughter, sextuplets, quadruplets, or twins

To have you, I'm in the journey all over again

To do this, I thought I found the love of my life

Backfired, cut and stabbed me deep like a knife

I wanna see a part of me born away from strife

Without the catastrophe, everything going trife

In 2012, I took a fertility test, I'm potent

Didn't want to, had to make sure I can cement

False alarms, a woman once lied about a miscarriage
I broke down and cried, as she tried to discourage
Another told me, if I'm so anxious, find a hoe
This was supposed to be my partner in happiness and woe
The rest just tried to keep me near
Purpose for me in their lives were never clear
All of a sudden, all these women have baby fever
Can I just bless one to make myself a believer
Stipulation, now they want a man to marry
before creating his seeds of nine months to carry
Am I chosen first to go through bullshit that's starry
Will it ever be my time on the contrary
Wife them to get almost anything from
a molecule growing inside, the size of an atom
Some females already have kids, they want more
Are they for real with me or adding daddies to core
For a woman to miss her cycle, I'm going psycho
 to hear words, "I'm pregnant", in creation of our embryo
Caught up in whether it'll be natural or in vitro
Going over the possibilities in my ego
I'll be jumping for joy, is it girl or a boy
Buy diapers, milk, food, clothes, and toys 
I can imagine us playing on a Saturday afternoon
Eating a bowl of cereal and watch cartoons
Like to observe when you first pick up a spoon
The uno of walking steps to be taken soon


Ghostbusters II, I feel like the ghost in painting
Be one with child has me fainting
If this is really contagious, I'm sick
Dying to rub a belly of a punch or kick
I'll remove each and every distraction
to be there for each and every contraction
Spread the word, I'm expecting to the masses
I must attend those special infant classes
No, I won't tease your mother about her pounds
After delivery, I still want her for HER around
Meanwhile, it's said, at this stage, the sex is so wet
Used to be scared, I'll poke the baby with regret
I anticipate the day for her water to be broke
I scramble of what to do next, I'm gonna choke
A live birth, I have yet to witness
Rushing to the emergency room is my exercise fitness
The whole pregnancy process, I don't wanna pressure
Not even to push, when womb is 10 centimeters of measure
I'll be by her side, please squeeze my little hand
Tell me to listen to what the doctors and nurses command
I wanna learn why or why not, she  needs an epidural
I know it's to reduce the pain, head at canal
Like to say, she did a great job, after labor
Thank you, sweetie, visit our kid in an incubator
Get permission, when to release and go home
The effect of two combined chromosomes
 Epitome of feeding, as newborn slurps
Hold over my shoulder, until that big burp
Cherish these moments of daddy's dearest
Close to and in my heart, keep you the nearest
Circumcision, ear piercings to potty training
Fix bottles, appointments to have health sustaining
It's not how much sperm I save
It'll be how much I gave
Until then, in fall and winter we do heat
Autumn of reproduction system on repeat
In spring and summer, present an offspring
The following year, happy birthday, I sing

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Honest Hustler

I've always been the honest hustler
Can’t be known as a buster
I took the path to do it legal
Gave back to people through each sequel
The system won’t let me work full time
So I flip every penny, nickel to dime
Use poetry as my petty crime
Every now and then I win a few slams
Some quick dough to get out of jams
I'm running and ducking all the scams
Sold copies of my lyrics as rocks
It is the share of hard knocks
Never boiled salt or peeled collard greens
Those gigs, not in my blood by any means
Most foes think they did it while lonesome
Can't admit for real whom you stole from
Y'all were nothing, but con artists
Let's see who’ll get the farthest
I may not touched a lot of you physical
But, I punk y'all in the mental
I stopped being near roaches and rats
Down the line, I faced these cats
Still claiming they my true dogs
You hop bandwagons as leaves to frogs
I know they want me to disappear
Now, I've become a man, you fear

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I must be Fed

Say prayers before I go to bed

On the watch for flags that are red

Goddamn, don't take my cred

Food for thought to keep over shed

The brain as a frigidaire gets empty

Daily bread, there should be plenty

The knowledge is in good health

Nourishing the heart to gain wealth

The consequences might be hard to digest

Strong advice and lectures for breakfast

Grace has been said and ready to munch

All odds to favors on the menu as lunch

Still a sinner, but growing as a winner

Just handling business with no dinner

For dessert, it can't be any setbacks

Its collateral to have close snacks

Serving high bills for beverages

A diet so crazy to maintain leverage

Show respect from wishes

A sink full of dishes

I can always eat and be lonely

In this life, I must stay hungry

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Huggin' You from Behind II: Simmer

Baby, if you can, put the food on a low light
Don't let it burn like my hunger for you
Skip the meal, as I crave dessert
Find a sweet opening for me to insert
Smooches taste better than salt and pepper
Pour love in a cup to measure
I know it's our candlelight dinner
It's just, you got that Mac-N-Cheese pussy
Sound of wetness, I dig in with my serving spoon
Spread your flesh to invite me to go harder
You such a pleaser, meat tenderizer
Bodies clash like pots and pans
Moans in the jingle of silverware
Bake a sweat, until orgasms are fried
The bed became one greasy plate
Filled your peaches up with cream
Each touch was like fresh vegetables to steam
Felt so good, your onion made me cry
This what happens, when you're in chef lingerie

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Huggin' You from Behind

Hmm! I smell aroma of your great cooking
Seasonings together, marinate perfectly
I come and check up on you
Notice, as I enter the hot kitchen
You're looking so sexy by the stove
Embrace your full figure from back
Tempting to serve you, deep long inches
It's on, if I must set table
Dining room for a passion cove
Press my manhood into your phat ass
May have to cup a titty or two
Whisper sweet nothings in your ear
Sucking just a little on the cartilage
Kissing from shoulder blade, neck to cheek
Playfully, you tell me to stop it
We both share a laugh of what was next
Even if it didn't lead to sex
Let it be known, I appreciate and care for you

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30 Years of Life

I'm so blessed to reach age of 30
I've seen just about everything clean and dirty
Guess it's best, experiencing life early
My existence is half rugged, half nerdy
Over my soul, I feel a new swarm of maturity
Enthusiastic to do it big with heightened security
Dreams are closer, no longer blurry
Take time, but to get mine, I'm in a hurry
For now, I only focus on myself
Wind up getting burnt for somebody else
I'm on fire, tall and hard, like strong wood
Realize, I pay the price, when heart is good
Cried enough, I'm fearless, if anyone hears this
I'm front driver of destiny, no one rear ends this
Love it, when young guys on the rise
I even look up to them being wise
Married to family men, assistant managers
Artists of their own labels, hustling scramblers
For me, it's a small celebration
Not satisfied, until the whole reputation
Short goals, finance, a car, and the house
Long goals, a writer, performer to share with spouse
Tired of talking, I must do it
Apply me better, there's nothing to it

I got balls, I'm forever balling
Youthful to a poignant status
I swear, before the fourth decade
I wanna say, I'm connected, I am made
For the death of me, pass on trivia
Instructed, there's no set duration

30, 30, a three and a zero
Have to keep going, I can be hero

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I Can't

I can't pull out photo albums, videos for us to reminisce
Not enough good times become a nuisance

I can't plan dates of romantic and rendezvous trips
Those acts are disappearing, as one slips

I can't be a proud-to-be father, tell family, we're expecting
Fertilizer to the carrier is not connecting

I can't share with you, success and flaws
Criticized for my efforts from unstoppable jaws

I can't comfort on a daily basis to even love you
You'll think, I wanna be above you

I can't with you or any woman, just do right
For us, I'll fight, but our past makes it all uptight

I can't be with you, until death does us apart
We tried to keep happiness, without broken heart 


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Everybody's Mad at Me

BAD, everybody's bad, BAD
When I retaliate, please don't be mad

BAD, everybody's bad, BAD
When I retaliate, please don't be mad

With me, everyone has ovaries and balls
Come across right maker, dookie stains their drawers
Try to hurt me, I hurt you
How the hell I owe an apology
Never stepped on your shoes, play me for monopoly
You’re fine, when insulting my manhood
Laughing with no remorse, like it’s all good
I can’t be the better person, taken for granted
Speak my brain, defend myself, facials are slanted
Damn! That wasn’t part of the script
He wasn’t suppose to hash it out, be equipped
I have patience, as I wait my turn
Gasoline on the same chaos, let it burn
No water, but I must stay hydrated
Won’t stand heat from losers, outdated
I rather be on a roof top
I’m not comfortable in a wide house
Telling me, it’s about to pop
I mute myself as a mouse
Eyes and ears on me, as if I’m a criminal
So many messages subliminal
Let's pretend he's an elephant in the room
until you focus on needing from me, zoom
Let's watch him as he goes in the kitchen
Don't talk to me like I'm one of little children
Let's sigh when he's using a computer
Ready to escape the madness, fly to Jupiter
Good thing, it all don't cause sleepless nights
I'm about to swing or shoot in any given fights
Even the nicest person has limits
When the feeling is felt being cut to bits
What’s up with this attitude and bitching
I’m surprised, no one is really snitching
Lost weight, gained it back, stomach pains to UTI
Hello, evil guy! No more Mr. Nice Guy
Meanwhile, I’ll do my best to get along
Expect no mercy, if you do me wrong

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I Enter a Woman's Life, Late

I know I'm a goddamn good man 
without being a knight in shining armor 
In relationships, I'm one of the best 
This wasn't taught to me by any figure 
Will my sweetness pay off from bittersweet 
I have visions to join a lady in a covenant 
Many children to breed in the universe 
Carry my legacy with full tradition 
Faithfulness and loyalty, I love to possess 
It's like, she has issues, then sources test 



Oh my goodness, I get excuses and sob stories 
When all I wanna do is create fine memories 
I must have came into your existence, tardy 
Satisfying my needs, you'll do it hardly 
But, I'm suppose to put you first 
Can't get cooperation for my certain hunger and thirst 
Ready to take on many things, stay alive 
Is a woman real about me or jive 
Birds and bees, it's as if, I walked in a hive 
Waiting for those stings, feelings to deprive 

I aim towards having so much fun 
With me, you act like a nun 
Of your world, did I miss all the great shit 
when your problems and dealings were legit 
What is it for me to gain, benefit 
Emotional cases, do I miss or hit 
Did I miss all of your happy times 
Do I settle for the crappy times 
Did I miss the prime of you baby making 
To become a father by you, are you faking 
Oh, before me, you had kids left and right 
I'm anxious to have some and your tubes tied tight 
or you want more children, back then, wasn't bright 
You were eating baby candy until our wedding night 
I had to use condoms or pull out 
Couldn't begin our procreation, full out 
Didn't matter to me, when we'll do the unthinkable 
Exchange fluids for your body to be drinkable 
of the seeds inside you, I wanted to plant 
You had to be difficult for this process to grant 
Meanwhile, I had to keep hearing about your old pregnancies 
Everyone funny to bring up in my presence, the vacancies 
We monitored us laying down to ovulation 
Felt as if, I was back in health education 
I'm doubting myself, checking my fertility 
from the mess I've been through to have birth capability 

Why can't I have readily made eggs 
I wanna produce infants between hot legs 
I want lives to start a family of my own, no option 
I'm not doing anything artificial nor adoption 
Mind as well been an adult star for reproductive waste 
Lives in a woman for days, mine won't paste 
Random women, I was running wild 
Text them to see, which one will have my child 
Al, I used to go to restaurants, beaches, and dances 
My last men, exes to divorces messed up your chances 
My dad was never ever in my strife 
I'm gonna make it difficult to be your wife 
A couch potato, more of a homebody 
Not into romance, no rhythm, no melody 
Nothing to show for, claim you're independent 
You try to justify it with a lame argument 

At least, I'm a man who admits, he struggles 
After the breakthrough, won't drop ball, it juggles 
Been through stuff, I've had stuff, still no baggage 
I'm willing to give my all, I manage 
Am I only known for pieces to pick up 
I'm on my guard for games to slick up 
Baby, you're beautiful, I like to take you out 
Nah, it becomes a match of scream and shout 
If I say or do something stupid, got your attention 
Contemplating to leave each other to mention 
You don't get it, when I'm the concerned husband 
of how you doing, how was your day from my love land 
Are you okay, what can I do to help with open arms 
You feel special, if it's name calling, close threat harm 
Pretending you're upset, so I can fret 
Getting me to say, I made a mistake with regrets 
Just for the hell of it, you like ignoring me 
I was homesick and everything was boring me 
You move quick, when at me, you're mad 
Anything else, you drag and not so glad 
To do stuff, we had to wait for you to change 
The whole situation was becoming strange 
The last thing I wanna do is cheat 
Never wanna bring this gender to defeat 
Guess, I'm a target for folks to talk trash 
Express myself, it's taken out of context, we clash 
Females be like, "Alphonso, I'll whoop your ass!" 
Know how to walk away, I got class 
Say to me, "I don't have to listen, you scrawny fucker." 
I'm gonna continue to treat you like a sucker 
Do I need more weight to extra facial hair 
to be considered serious, feel it in the air 
Looked at as someone who does soft speaking 
Bite my tongue and be kind, a weakling 
You tell me, don't start something, won't be something 
Back down, turn other cheek, do nothing 
I'm the same one, you want to wipe your tears 
Be strong, comfort you, when in shears 
I don't fear anyone or anything, but God 
What's my purpose in a woman's life, even or odd 
What past guys did nor didn't do, isn't my fault 
Put my troubles in a vault, sprinkled with salt 
To you, I'm a cry baby, constantly whining 
So quick to correct me like a child outlining 
Barely, I can come home and watch television 
You bitching, if I turn the channel from intermission 
Please, let me know if I'm someone, you don't quite obey 
If the pants I wear in the house doesn't convey 
the message, I won't be remote controlled 
A puppet, you dangle runarounds, not patrolled 
Suddenly, you're soul searching, last minute beliefs 
You wanna be righteous, lover in chief 
This won't happen, that won't happen without ring finger 
I'm being strung along til a fallen out lingers 
What I do wrong, showed you, I'm responsible 
Affectionate, loving, and caring, definitely gullible 
Vulnerable to not repeat this romantic pain 
Worn me out on my conscious of a strain 
I'm drained from trying to make peace and sense 
You're tiresome, communication is dense 
Know how I feel about you, jealously intense 
Can't afford to lose you at my expense 
Don't understand me, as I'm generous, nice, and discreet 
I have intellect that's mature and straight up street 
Wow! I've never been described in that manner 
Next time, I'll get a better prenuptial planner 
Everybody in our business 
We both should be the only witness 
Everything was fine, when we were long distance 
It all went down hill from that drama for instance 
Won't date me, no problem, I'll get car fast 
Speeding on the freeway with music on blast 
Don't like it, don't care, as I'm from another state 
Show myself your neck of the woods to appreciate 
Why on me, you're so hard 
My ideas to plans, you discard 
You're excited though, as they come from others 
Get an attitude to do favors for me, it bothers 
I couldn't even be a proper stepfather 
Secrets revealed for info to gather 
You have to weigh out the pros and cons 
Stress weighing on us, a ton 
One thing I hate to do is beg 
For you, I'll pull an elbow and leg 
By opposite sex, I'm fed up with being misled 
Commitment turns into the color red 
Overlooking all of the bad signs 
My heart becoming less benign 
Admitted, I'm a wonderful man, you don't deserve 
Now, I see why tension was working nerve 
I want to provide for my household 
Rid interference, distractions to scold 
When man down, where is the trust 
Behind the screens are lies and lust 
All along, it's someone who has scorn 
Our future didn't have a shot to be born 
We're not making love no more 
Souls are numb and beyond sore 
I must be the added insult to injury 
The hurt will not be too much for me to bury 
It was okay to joke with me, keep from crying 
I was willing to make an effort, steady trying 
I desire this to be forever 
It's as if, I'm waiting on happily after NEVER 
No separation, annulment, nor divorce 
Wasn't my voice, choice, nor hand to force 
Sure, protect yours, I'll protect me 
I'm not Booboo, the Fool to let those disrespect me 
I have rage, too, as you said, no need to prove I'm tough 
It's not women, maybe it's me, not convincing enough 

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