I knock on every door in this neighborhood.
A child or a mother only answer.
Where the culture of a family the way it should.
This epidemic spreads like cancer.
A mother left abandon to be the father.
What can a man offer but only to make a child.
I want don't want a man to ever look down
at a woman again.
Leaving when the hard times come and later on
you remeber your son.
The end is never done a child is a life forever
apart of you.
Responsibility is a priority in itself, to take pride
with a smile of wealth.
What a tragedy, why couldn't he stay I try to
answer that question everyday.
Even the local doctor doesn't ask anymore
where the father.
He knows they come alone from this community
holding there water.
Whatever she having a son or a daughter.
It never bother them to live without is life.
Because who proven to find a husband or a wife.
I walk after this day of proving my point, though
the goverment doesn't seem to bother.
To even care that women struggle when there
no homes of fathers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem