W.H.Y. Poem by krystal waite

Simply no sympathy
love nor respect
do i have for the ones who chooses to neglect
or who choose to abuse and torment
who trade their kids for crack and sell them for rent

I dont petty the man
who takes action is his own hands
who feels and believes women are beneath him and over her he stands
my heart bleeds pain for the kids who had to raise themselves
whos working two job and pregnant at 12

I hurt for the ones whos innocence who was taken by a man they trust
hurt and confused they stand b4 a(n) on coming bus
they're ready to forfit the game and give up their lives
because they feel with this over them, they cannot strive
and they would feel more safer dead than alive

My question here is why?
why mess up the lives of our lil precious future
who may hold in their hands what we've been searching for forever....