Better For Momma Poem by Ima Ryma

I knew my Momma wondered why
My Daddy left us all alone.
So often I heard Momma cry
She was forced to be on her own.
Her family and friends shunned her
When they found out she carried me.
I felt her pain and fear for sure.
And I wondered how my Daddy
Could hurt Momma is such a way.
Time came for me one early morn.
I knew it better I not stay,
And so I chose to be stillborn.

Last thing I heard was Momma cryin'.
But time will heal her from my dyin'.