Condoms Or Pills Poem by kwane Lamb

Young queens make…
The wrong decisions…
When not choosing…

To self protection…
Against…the erection…
And that’s raw…

An eagle claw…
Ripping away at the soul…
Their choices are not attractive…

At best…
They must pass the me first test…
Sex at such a young age…

Can and will lead the body…
To an inner rage …
Become aware of the body gage…

“Sally had a baby, he is really…
Cute…”
I want one too…

Repeated sex begins…
Over, over and over until then…
Is that birth of the child a sin…

And if not, when…
Rain coat or not…
Either, is a wet encounter…

At that age…
You are setting the stage…
Rights…to screw…that night…

Age plays a role…
As for one to not be left…
Out in the cold…
When young they are bold…

Not concerned with the soul…
Older, not bolder…
The child is getting older…

The father is gone…
Now you all alone…
You might be with another…

Yet you are still in pain…
Call your mom on the phone…
Run or walk home…

Click your heels three times…
Clicking is no crime…
Things will be fine…

Wake up young queens... it’s…
Time…


Whisperkwane

swtlamb@yahoo.com