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

© 2013, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.