Baby

Need to be told right from wrong,
Mama didn't raise me right. I'd
sit in the crib to await her return
but even in the cries I knew it to
be no use. The cry was to call her
in but all it did was keep the stranger
in her arms here longer because I was
an interruption. A baby was not seen
as setting the mood, sometimes
Mama would come back bleeding from
not properly satisfying, due to a baby
who was hungry. One time Mama
didn't come, it was a man, who rocked
me saying, "baby don't cry" he wore
a uniform, while Mama smiled. I
never saw her smile before, was
this a random man or could this be Dadda?