Writing Prompt #37: If your blog was a child…
If my blog was a child. I would say when we first met it was today just one year ago. I was with your mother’s Wix at the time. She babysat you until I met WordPress. From then on I groomed you into this wonderful soul.
Day 27
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Conversely, write about something that’s kicking ass right now
My blog. I’m almost to my Blog birthday and I’m happy to have a hundred followers on here. Its not much to some but it is to me. Just knowing that I have some type of a audience reading my content is a blessing in disguise. I can only keep going up from here. More stories, More Poems, More of all the other blogs I come up with on a daily.
Day 24
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Write about a lesson you learned the hardway
That family won’t always have your back. I learned it from constant situations where I was in need of assistance with outsiders meaning not family and I watched my blood turn they back. As a young kid at those times I realized that I’m really on my own no matter how much they say they care or love me I’m still alone in this.
Day 23
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A letter to someone, anyone
Dear Pops
Pops sometimes I don’t understand you
I mean when I was young you just disappeared out the blue
Didn’t even leave no trace, I was too young to even have a clue
Moms had to carry the weight of me on her back, she was permanently here like a tattoo
Now that I grew
You told me that you had to leave
What makes you leave a woman and a child to provide for themselves
Moms had bills on bills
Moms used to think I was crazy cause I looked at you as my hero
As I got older I realized you was nothing but a zero
I just got to get this off my torso
Writing this letter , I hope you get it
I would talk to you in person but I’m scared my fist and your face may have a meeting
I know I won’t stop until your leaking
Moms told me how you was always out here sneaking
How hard is it to keep your penis in your pants
you was never hear to help feed
You hung out with your friends blowing trees
While we had to find opportunities
Every time I asked you for something, you said you was busy working
Working on what, cause we never seen that money, moms pockets just hurting
We was starving looking for you but was never there we was just searching
If you wasn’t going to be apart of my life, then you should have wrapped it up like a turban
We was waiting for you to step up but you never did
With the little time we had you always told me what a real man did
Every lie you told me makes me look at you like a real bitch
You told me how a man never snitch
How a man take care of his family
That’s funny cause you was never there for me
I didn’t have no one to help me with my jumper
Just thinking of you got me hot like the summer
I wish I would have known what it was like to to play catch with my dad
To hang out with you and scope out the women to see which one is bad
I wish you was there when I was sad
You could of been there to cheer me up when I was mad
You had problems with moms don’t mean you abandon your cub
We could have been tight like a hug
I just wanted the love
Damn How could you leave your cub
DAY 18
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