My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer

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You said you are trying

But where ?

For who?

She lifts and bends

Cleans up after you and her own child

With a load in her womb

Can't you see

Her other half is there but not there for her

Her "other half" is not her "other half"

Then wtf is this person doing

She may as well be single

Doing everything on her own like she has been for five years

Putting your main man before her , her child and your unborn child

You must be sick

You must be fool

Pick up a book and load your mind with the tools

To safe what's yours

Because soon it may be gone