Karamel creme

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    Karamel creme

    As she walks out into the spotlight  she thinks am I sure I want to do this?
    The dj calls Karamel up on stage
    But she still thinks… is the money worth this shit?
    So what she had a son and a daughter at home and she left them for the streets to roam
    And she was searching for a better life
    One that aint require her thinking thoughts about a knife
    She thought of all the criticisms  her children would go through
    Their mom was a ho/exotic dancer/stripper/cock sucker and that was the issue
    It wasn’t like she wasn’t there as a mother
    Its just that her son looked like her little  brother
    10th grade and Omar thought she was cool
    She was so naïve and decided to skip school
    She cried in pain the day he took her virginity and the many months her period aint show she started to worry
    She was 5 months along and Omar denied her kids so she was all alone
    wasn’t no time left to have an abortion  4 months 2 weeks 3 days later she brought forth a generation
    So again the d.j called
    But she kept dreaming and dreaming of a better life
    The one where Mr. tall dark and handsome would introduce her as his wife
    But she remembered it was too late for her dreams to come true
    She fucked up bad 2 kids and an std now what do you do?
    Shoulda listened 2 her moms she was a blessed little bitch
    Called her every name in the book but she was dere when she fell in a ditch
    Karamel …. Born Latoya makalya white
    Dreams she was this close
    Now all that’s left is which nigga paid da most
    For a touch It’s 55 , to give u head 300 hundred and ova
    Ye her plan woulda worked  if she’d just stayed sober
    Well she stepped up 2 da plate and dance with all her might
    Well I guess I’ll gotta be karamel tonite

    ~~~~Ladii Dream~~~

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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