Merci Merc


Young Brenda - Poem by Merci Merc

Young Brenda has a tongue ring.
And by the look on Dad’s face you can tell that’s not a fun thing.
See she is only thirteen, and she’s at the helm of flirting,
Daddy is trying to nip it before she gets curious with men
And wants to do a little something-something.
Graduating from flirting to dating,
Then dating instinctively turns into mating
But worst than her losing her virginity,
It’s not the only point of concern,
But being young, growing up fast, and rushing to have sex lessons learned
She’s skipping steps…Daddy’s trying to intercept before it hits the point
Of no-return, not to mention unprotected sex makes high risk for STD’s
That itch, puss or burn. And if this moron got it from being sexually reckless
He’s going to pass the baton and say, Here it is…”Your turn”


See she’s looking for love in all the wrong places,
Coupled with the fact she’s under-educated
And the crazy hair styles and piercing and tattoos in weird places
Are just hiding her emotional scars-
One day she’s going to meet a slick talker with more game than she has
And have her jumping in and out of cars
While he’s beating her down, he’s teaching her to shoot for the moon
And hope that she will touch some stars.


Tricking her into dates with strange men,
In alley ways of night clubs or drinking bars
In my approach, I am trying to sit you down and explain to you
You need a life coach my male point of view is I assume dude is just poking you because you told him you have a nice choache.
But, Brenda is in another dimension…
Crack babies are having babies now
And their kids are in need of special attention.
Some of them lack the knack of passion
To climb the corporate ladders and crack the imaginary glass ceilings.
Is hard to be pontificating after that last meal ends
And your hungry, you have no dough plus life is boring and uneventful.
If you fail to plan you have to know your planning to fail
I hate to end the story by telling you daddy went to jail
Her Dad beat the devil out of the hard headed Brenda and condemns her to hell.
He said no child of mine will put her tail up for sale.
Moral of the story: I brought you in this world, I can take you out little girl!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 21, 2011


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