i understand whispers ache your soul,
but maybe voices will warm your heart,
piece parts to parts,
loneliness aint the greatest of things,
but sad love was free,
love didnt have to be,
but maybe
a journey wouldnt haven been born,
just another waste of hope,
another heart scorn,
another success that never got a chance to succeed,
for sistah, poor sistah,
dont hang your head low
for shadows
that statue as a ho,
they dont know
how peaceful your smile glows
without the negativity,
criticism produced your wrinkles before old age,
headaches occur without the blows to the head
that you were used to for so long,
either from physical, emotional, verbal, herbal abuse,
cerebal contusions from the confusions
of the rememberance of life's tales that were to painfully to be heard,
but bearable to live,
so hard to say or understand,
but interesting to know,
see my heart doesnt want to cool your warm tears,
but be the bucket to hold them,
i want to be there so much,
but i cant answer the question
why we run away from the best things in life,
we swindle the troubles and thoughts,
trails and tribulations,
truths and lies,
guilt and whys,
and more lies,
wild how i cant be more or less of a father
or brother
or all the things a man suppose to be superior of besides a friend,
ma, shame and hate can only go as far as you allow it,
so we can build this barrier with the friendship we have
and as fast as you build something with your frustration and pain,
you can break down just as fast with your smartness and sweetness,
you being a woman,
you've done and dealt with things i could never see myself going thru,
you being a friend,
you loved me and delve your sorrow distributively,
some friends can be lovers,
but never true friends,
some people can be loyal,
but never be honest,
some women can be mothers,
but never wives,
some women can be you,
but i could never love them the same,
you just be who you are,
learn from your mistake of thinking a day of love
could last a lifetime,
know that you're the mother of some of the greatest thoughts,
mother of my friendship,
mother of many pains and sorrow,
but most of all, you're the mother of a beautiful child,
that survived,
what's mine is yours
and yours is mine,
so, can i hold my baby