My Feelings On Having Children

The true meaning of fear.
A risk
like a kid in the 90’s playing double dare
but much more severe.


The generation is headed for destruction
and I pray for the children
since they are the future,
but what’s in my future?


I have the power to create life
but how can I raise and protect
a child’s life
when I fear mine?


Children take up a lot of time
and I love my alone time.
Will I be ready for when a child disobey?
I can’t punch a child in the face
as I think to myself does discipline
and punishment in this generation
actually work?


Should I make my children go to church
when I barely read the bible myself?
The seed is expected to grow
but can I provide the water to help the seed grow?
Tell u the truth, even though I’m 27
I question myself wondering if I’m grown.


More sleepless nights I predict
since I can’t understand the unpredictability
of kids.
We pray for what we want
until we receive it.
It’s like a young girl wanting a man with
a big dick.
What we want is not what we expect when we receive it
because we receive more than we can handle.


God can use the same blessing he gave you
to punish you
if you don’t thank him for being there for you.
So always remember to put God first
and hope whatever you are praying for
when you receive it
thank God first.


Question to think about?

Based on reading this poem, when was the last time you felt this type fear? If you come across this type of fear again, will be able to handle this situation differently than the last time you felt this specific fear?

Please give me a sign

I know my journey has been difficult,
but am I being too cynical?
Still haven’t received a miracle,
as I look up at the sky.
Questioning myself, are you still on my side?
Feel like a grown man in a child’s body.
How can you expect me to act grown with a child’s mentality?
I don’t want to rebuke you,
but look at all the stuff I go through.
Suppose to be my protector and guider.
I’m searching for an answer,
but my questions remain unanswered.
With your help, I will have no fear.
I stand below you right here,
begging with a face full of tears.
I just want to talk with you.
I just want to walk with you.
I’m soaking up pain like water in a sponge.
Unclog my suffering, I’m your toilet, your my plunge.
I’m screaming from the top of my lungs,
“Please give me a sign”