Mama T Ain'T Your Baby Mama Poem by Ramona Thompson

Hate to have to ruin your perfect little dream world like this
But I really do think it's time you knew
Time you were told
The real truth is this
She's been pulling the wool over your eyes
Nice and tight
Leading you around by the nose
Able to trick you so very easy
'Cause she knew just how badly you wanted a baby, any baby

And so the little tramp hatched a plan, the ulimate plan
To help get her massive medical bills paid off (the ones that secretly don't exsist)
To trap you in the only way that she knew she ever could
She went to a donor
Picked up what she needed and set her wicked little wheels into motion
Telling everyone who would listen
How you and your heartless self had knocked her up
Begged and begged for a wedding ring
Until finally you had no choice but to give in

Just like something straight out of a bad soap opera
Lives are turned upside down
Futures and plans are destoryed beyond repair
And all because of her
One selfish, cruel woman
With only one true love in her coldest hearts of hearts
Money, money, money
Feeding her maddness
Feeding her addiction
A monsterous little tramp out of control

Blamed her so called health problems
Sworn that if you did't place that ring on her finger fast
She would have no choice
She would just have to abort the only chance you might ever have of having your own kid
Scammer of all scammers
I know it's hard to believe
I know it breaks your heart and is ripping your soul apart
But it's the sad but true unmentally balanced truth
Mama T is not your baby mama

2009 Ramona Thompson