Kiasha was an urban girl
Who couldn't bring herself to abort
But she never in a million years
Thought that she'd receive child support
When she conceived
She did believe
Her baby was gonna be a star
He'd light up the room
She could feel it in her womb
But Deandré thought it all too bizarre
She tried tellin' her husband
Her predictions meant somethin'
Her baby boy did dance inside of her
But as hard as she tried
Deandré thought it all lies
And soon he'd be sayin' goodbye to her....
"I'm feeling it again," Kiasha gasped to her husband in a panicked voice. "I'm tellin' you, this don't feel like no kicking, Deandré."
"Bullshit!" Deandré spat at his pregnant, teary-eyed wife, who was now backing up into a corner of their living room in fear of getting beaten by him again.
'"If only you believed me! If only you could feel what I feel!" Kiasha whispered.
"Woman, I don't give two shits what you feel! We gettin' a divorce and that's my final word on the matter! Ain't nothin' you can say to change my mind on it!" Deandré shouted back at his wife, sweat pouring from his forehead.
"This is your child, Deandré! That don't mean nothin' to you?" Kiasha asked, her urban voice now cracking from the overwhelming sense of betrayal she felt.
"Not when I got some crazy-ass bitch tellin' me she feel my son break-dancin' in her damn uterus!" Deandré roared back at his wife, his words like daggers into her womb.
Kiasha collapsed onto her knees with her face in her hands and began to sob. She couldn't take this any longer, she needed him to trust her that their son would become a break-dancing prodigy. If he only had the same hope for the future as she did, he would want to continue on with their marriage and take part in parenting their child.
