Pregnant Eyes

Poetry303-001

Prof. Gregory Pardlo

May 12^th, 2009

Pregnant Eyes

I can’t believe this woman

Yall real hard headed

No compassion fuh people eh.

I tell yah me brother dead

And I need lil money to help with the burial

And all you could do is give me

Hundred dallah

Hundred dallah

A should neva bring yall here

Give yall opportunity

Fuh yall turn round and spit pun me.

Shouldah left yah ass to rot in that mud village.

Is who feed and clothed

you and yah children eh,

as fuh them I don’t know what parenting you did

They ain’t got no manners

none what so ever,

the lil one just like you.

Hot headed and rude

and the older one

Well

me and know who she belong to

You must be put ma name on somebody else pickni

Just a lil small piece fuh help bury me buddy

And all you could fork out yah pocket

Is hundred dallah

Hundred dallah

Good for nothing woman

See when I come back hey

Mek sure you and yah children gone

Pack yuh Georgy bundle

And clear yah rass out!