No Home Of Fathers Poem by Curtis Mosby

I knock on every door in this neighborhood.
A child or a mother only answer.
Where the culture of a family the way it should.
This epidemic spreads like cancer.
A mother left abandon to be the father.
What can a man offer but only to make a child.
I want don't want a man to ever look down
at a woman again.
Leaving when the hard times come and later on
you remeber your son.
The end is never done a child is a life forever
apart of you.
Responsibility is a priority in itself, to take pride
with a smile of wealth.
What a tragedy, why couldn't he stay I try to
answer that question everyday.
Even the local doctor doesn't ask anymore
where the father.
He knows they come alone from this community
holding there water.
Whatever she having a son or a daughter.
It never bother them to live without is life.
Because who proven to find a husband or a wife.
I walk after this day of proving my point, though
the goverment doesn't seem to bother.
To even care that women struggle when there
no homes of fathers.