She's Now Ghetto, They Say Poem by Randy McClave

They say that she is unrefined and low-class
That she's also a cheap, or an inferior lass,
Just because she had given birth again
Now, she has children by two different men,
And with neither man is she she living with or married
With other men she of course had tarried,
Now both her children are sad and confused
By their mother, they believe they have both been used,
Their daddies and not her, care for them
While she's at the bar or at a party or at the gym,
The only time that their mother gives them attention or praise
It's either on Christmas, or maybe on their birthdays,
She always gives her children the same excuses
Only more pain and neglect is all that it produces,
But, of course now her children know that it's a lie
So, her need or presence with them they quickly deny,
Another daddy she is now urgently looking for
One of sugar is with whom she now wants to score,
So, she always goes to the good part of the town
While looking for a soul with a sadness to turn upside down,
They say that she is a very toxic person
And everyday seemingly she does worsen,
And of course unsurprisingly her children don't want to be like her
They want to work, love and marry and never be a user,
She had two children by two different daddies
She of course had known a couple too many laddies,
They say that she is now truly Ghetto,
So, I wonder if she carries around in her purse, a stiletto.

Randy L. McClave