I had four kids a year apart.
Getting pregnant a knack I had.
Easily gave my bod and heart.
Each kid had a different dad.
All of the dads took off, but I
Kept my two girls and my two boys.
The last twelve years just seemed to fly.
My foursome keep me filled with joys.
Lots of sacrifices I made
For food to eat and place to live.
But now my kids have learned a trade.
For the family all do give.
My kids are 'terrors' of the 'hood.
As pickpockets they're very good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem