Ghetto Girls Don’t Lactate <br /> <br />I was born in the Ghetto addicted to the pipe <br />once my mother was a woman, no she’s just a hype <br /> <br />Ghetto Girls don’t lactate <br />they perpetrate <br />motherhood <br />I wish I could <br />Find a rhyme <br />That speaks of positivity <br />Possibly…. It’s me <br />Probably …. It be <br />The Ghetto …in me <br />Invincibly …..negative <br />Society wouldn’t give <br />A sistah a chance <br />if she didn’t sing … and dance <br />And I doubt <br />I got <br />A got Damn thang <br />to sing about <br />Can’t dance without <br />nutrition <br />of my soul <br />Momma would hold <br />me to nurse <br />on breasts so dry <br />She’d cry <br />so I <br />could drink her tears <br />Try <br />to know why <br />my momma was a ghetto girl <br />addicted to the pipe <br />once she was a woman <br />now she’s just a hype <br /> <br />Black babies <br />with souls that are thin <br />become black men in the pen <br />black women who are <br />hos high on gin <br />‘cause <br />Ghetto Girls don’t lactate <br />they perpetrate <br />motherhood <br /> <br />but before you <br />point a finger at my mother <br />point three back at yourself <br />and in her worn shoes <br />walk a mile <br />for it takes a village to raise <br />one black child… <br /> <br />Ghetto Girl Blue <br />Jessica Holter<br /><br />Jessica Holter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghetto-girls-don-t-lactate/
