This bed I made, so I lay, but still I fight
‘Cause the outcome, I swear it isn’t right
I mean I deserve the help mate that God intended to carry some of this weight
A single parent not by choice but by choosen
For now I know exactly what it means to Wait
‘Cause instead I just lay awake
Trying to figure out how I will make ends meet for me and my seed
The child that he and I created, yet he is a negative sign in this equation
While I equals everything where I do all of the work
Yes the mom, not the dad, but head of my household where I have total control
Control doesn’t equal ease, or increase the peace
For control means I carry 100% responsibility
For the life I created, as it seems, but I was a we when he fertilized my seed Accountability, something he knows nothing about as he comes in and out the revolving doors
Of my impressionable son’s little world
Every other weekend
You mean to tell me those 4 days a month multiplied times 12 of those in a fiscal year
Divided by 365 days of a calendar year, are enough for him to call his self a father figure?
Cause the calculator tells me otherwise,
I beg to differ, that equals him apart of his life only 13% of the time
To me, a part time father, that doesn’t even classify
Hell, that don’t even equate a half ass individual
Who do you think you are if you can’t take care of God’s gift to you?
I am completely aware my life is no longer mine
Conscientious that my son deserves not some but all of my time
Him, on the other hand, accounts for no liability
No financial contribution, just an occasional babysitting
No discipline involved
No need to make sure he’s up on time and has brushed his teeth for school
Just movie night Fridays and lounging around
No well balanced diets, just sweets and the junk food he knows I won’t allow
No making sure he gets to sports practices on time
He hasn’t been to even 1 game at all any time
No doctor’s appointments to make sure he’s well
Nor parent teacher conference to find out why our son’s at school raising hell
Just 46 hours of accompaniment
Catching up on two weeks’ worth of the kid’s life events
No frustrations of him rebelling from when he should be listening
Just pure leisure activity, the ode to the joys of parenting
As I am my sons only attendant
His manager and most importantly I function as his only parent
I teach him to tie his shoes
And it is I who will teach him multiplication by twos
I attend all the sports games and matches
And I, his number one fan will be watching when scores his first Basket
Responsibility, accountability and most importantly the love of a mother
The need to ensure and be there as he succeeds
For my child born of my flesh, not an option but my priority
For he takes precedence over everything.
Not only because God gave me that charge over his life
But how could I not want to give him all he’s deserving?
The seed I carried for 9 plus months, of my flesh and of my bone
All I can give is my unconditional love, nothing less to him
And I will ensure my prince does indeed become a King
So I fight, I will never give up my right
To share the responsibility of raising my child
So that he will become a real man
And not repeat the same unfortunate cards he has been given
I fight, and I will wait, I will wait on God
Wait on God to fulfill my sons absent need
To have a father figure to be there in Totality
Not part time, not fulltime
But Overtime All of the time