The running man the cheating dan,
from his woman he is running man.
She is pregnant now so he must run.
He has had his fill, he has had his fun.
True responsibility has now arrived
He must duck and dive.
He does not want this, he had his fun
Are you one that will be trapping this ‘pseudo-man’
A man in disguise is now a irresponsible boy. Are you surprised?
Getting his woman pregnant was not his plan,
He can not afford another child on your hand.
The question he poses to you: ‘Girl what are you going to do?’
He totally dismisses himself from responsibility for this child
He can’t let this little complication stop him from running wild.
This running man with a coward’s plan,
his fraternal responsibility he is running from.
‘Not me. Not mine. That kind of money I can not find’
His last words before to you and his child his eyes suddenly become blind.
Now you are in need him you will never find.
He had his fun, he pushed back and he wined.
He told you that you were sweet sweet sweet when he wiggled and grined.
He swam all inside of you, yet now he can’t stand beside you.
When you both did what lovers do, he held you like if his love was true.
The running man the cheating dan, From his woman he is running from
He doesn’t care about his daughter or son.
This situation he must by all means shun.
Dressing in expensive clothes and divining a flashy kitted out car.
When you look for him he will be far far far.
You are on your own, this is your burden now.
At the Antenatal clinic your head will bow, Pregnant and alone.
With swollen feet and your big belly printing out,
you will be all alone on your walk- a -bouts.
The weight burden you down as you ‘slap Tar’, or travel on the bus.
As he cruses around in his car, what a big disgust.
In his hands you place your heart and surrendered your trust.
But he was only motivated by lust.
The running man the cheating dan, Have you been trapped by such a man?

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ReShilPaRe
Author of
'VIBRATIONS raising the mummies'
A collection of poems about the plight of the black race.

Email: amun54@hotmail.com

Beautiful, thank God I do not have that story.

This is the story of my Mom and I's life. You said it best R. Thanks...brought back memories.

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No, thank goodness. Reshilpare, you are the man! I truly enjoy your poems.