This is sort of a diff. style for me, it sort of just.........happened......it might be a work in progress and it might be finished i havent decided...... ___________________________ I don’t got no daddy but I aint no ho. He don’t know me but I bet my mommas love made him weak in the knees… cause she’s good at loving, just like me. Weak in the knees just like me. He don’t know his seed. He doesn’t know that she speaks with eloquence. He doesn’t know that she sees him in every man’s eyes. He doesn’t know that at one time she actually thought that he was coming home. He doesn’t know that because of him, she feels that she will die alone. He doesn’t know that one day she layed on her mother’s bed curled in the fetal position, cryin’ and wishin’ to be born again. And She was ……in her own way~~ But he’s still there inside of her somewhere, she can feel it in her knees. He walks with a cane, Because he was never able To do the things That his seed would call noble. He didn’t know when she was born And she will not know when he dies.