To the world a child

To the world a child is born.

Then that child has a child. 

But all too young for responsibility, that child that  had a child that she is shielding from the street.

But soon the child gets too old and the things she doesn't know she is told.

So then she has a child who wants to explore, but that first  child pushes them  right to the door. of the mother of the mother who started to seek what her child has laid in the street. 

You can't love what you know nothing about. So all teen mothers seem to do is shout.

They don't realize they hurt their and later on that child has a greater chance of committing suicide. 

I can say this is because i am the child of a child and she takes it to far. I may not be visible but there is an emotional scar.

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