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Beautiful Baby
Rosy Cheeks
Eyes Like The Ocean
A Smile That Melts My Heart
Curious Baby
Eager to Learn
Crawling and Exploring
Each Day a New Adventure
Loving Baby
The poem "Bastard" is about an alienated child born out of wedlock. S/he suffers rejection anywhere s/he goes; to mother, father and even grandparents. S/he gets neglected by everyone so much that not even school or Xmas parties are accessible.
The poem "Bastard" is about an alienated child born out of wedlock. S/he suffers rejection anywhere s/he goes; to mother, father and even grandparents. S/he gets neglected by everyone so much that not even school or Xmas parties are accessible.
Your wife isn't carrying your baby, she's carrying mine.She wanted me to marry her but I had to decline.She didn't want tongues to wag about her being an unwed mother.
I'm good with children -- an axiom,
A loom that weaves tapestries of branching fates:
One depicts a teacher,
Another, a counselor,
A third, a nanny,
And all, a Mother.
I always thought I was beautiful
But this process breaks the body
There’s another life inside my own
A life that calls my body home
I’ve searched for hours and still I roam
Looking around for answers
I have these two friends...
In school, they both have goals and dream.
Both got pregnant at eighteen.
Sweet girls that fell victim to all of the lies-
Of “Love” they thought they had from other “Nice Guys.”
Time sure changes everything.
It transforms the parenthesis of reality.
The things you once cursed,
are the same that you lust.
And all you once shouldn't
now suddenly, you must.
My dear Heart,
Could you love me? I will never know. Did I love you? You will never know.
I only knew you for a short time, and in that time, I did not truly know you at all.
God, our mother,
my mother,
When you formed me, incubated me
Was I apart of your being
did you speak in my voice
as I sometimes speak in yours?
Every time we communicateThere is no positivityThere's things that you put downThat I think are greatConversations are dullThey drain meWhile the fill you upTear me downWhile they bring you upShatter my heartWhile they toughen yours upI can't take
He said he loved her.
Shouting matches, leaving her with a life he helped create, he said he loved her.
He said he loved her too.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your fears.
Do what you want as long as the witch doesn't hear.
How did the witch feel when she found that you were with child?
A baby with a baby
The rhinos raging
The crayons making
My life or my dream
Don't slip up on ur cream
Cremated Danny was
Will bed bugs be the death of the beetle buzz
Beez' nees' u need to get to
Daddy, I don't know why you couldn't just choose me. Why'd you'd rather get high and hurt mommy and on top of that lose me. I don't know why it's so important when I'm dying to see you, in mommies belly, I just started moving.
I am from a mundane town
that ranks number one in this dignified country for drug overdoses
and is not a stranger to mothers raising daughters solo
I am from a meager mind
that desperately screams
In a loveless patch the seed was sown
A barren field of thorn
Then tears rained down from Heaven's face
Where heavy hearts have scorn
My body is a tomb yard.
I have not lost one, but two now.
And my heart is so heavy,
It makes me wonder how I don't sink.
Concieved out of cluminess,
Concieved out of love,
Towels for tips.It was a modest existence, but entertaining, to say the very least.
Club life releases the beast...Carnality.
The young boy was so quick to pick up a gun but never a
book
the young girls so eagered to twerk something but never
to desire to learn something
they wonder why they never earn nothing like respect
I know this pain is seeping into you
Probably turning your amniotic fluid blue
Still taking little sips I wish were tasty
Laying here over 24 hrs and I can't barely move
Oh, Baby
Shining light
Dazzling smile
Shimmering eyes
All sounds too cliché.
What is there to say?
Such joy
Unknown bliss
Unexpected peace
Twinkle Twinkle
Big bright star
Our precious baby
you`re not so far.
When I`m sad
and feeling alone,
I close my eyes and know
you`re in heavens home.
Every day my heart aches,
A young beautiful girl,Had a big heart and bright future,Set her priorities and goals straight,But fell in love with a mister,Told her there was much in store for her.She was naive and eager to see,
Baby Girl!!
What are you doing?!!
Do you care about your life?
Being a mother isn't easy
Being a single mother is harder
Being a single, young mother is damn near impossible.
After being told I could not bare a child,
by God's good grace I was blessed with a miracle.
How could this tiny human being be growing inside of me?
Oh, how do I wonder?
How amazing is it that i can feel a heartbeat when i push down onto my stomach.
I think, WoW It's alive.
I keep wondering how there is new life in me.
There is life growing in me...
"Push... That's it... Keep going... I see the baby's head... Push... Once more... Say hello to your new baby."
The beautiful crys of a newborn, so precious... so prue;
It took me by surprise
I swear i didnt mean for it to happen
But that few seconds of fun turned into
my life time of happiness.
Not at 18 did i want to be a mother
but i swear i feel in love.
I recall elementary
In which we would play in dirt
I recall you as the girl I hardly talked to
The one that I knew but didn't know
I recall middle school
"I've never done this before can we just take it slow?"
"Yeah don't worry girl i'll be gentle."
"Wait.. you have a condom right?"
"Nah but it's ok I'll be sure to pull out...."
On the rooftop of a closed shop,
He thought hops to her tube top.
Nonstop they both spit swap,
And the next prop is the countertop.
Him on top,
Again nonstop,
Until the condom pops,
Cold and lonely,
Pregnant and scared,
Single and lowly,
With not a word shared.
Not aware how to feel,
Don't know where to turn,
Not one bit of help,
Til my child is born.
One and a half.
I thought to myself...
A beautiful being I did not know I could
Craft.
Expectation.
It was my senior year in high school.
Yes I remember well, all the
"Congratulations"
I hear voices
Go see the school psychologist
I am not eating anything
Go see the nurse
I am cutting myself
Go see a guidance counselor
I am pregnant
Go see Planned Parenthood
Ambulance sirens.Someone else dying.Girls getting knocked up.The fathers leave or get locked up.Few fake cops.Walking out dealing with Opps.
I met this boy Jimmy and he was out of control
but I loved him so I left a few things roll
some things that I probably should've put my foot down to
but Jimmy made it seem like I was all he knew
Children scribble on the walls,Nonsensical graffitiOn the inside of the womb,Cut up and bleedingInternally.I've fucked up and I'm fucked.This demon called paranoia haunts me before bedtime
Is it worth it?
He finnesed me with ease
Anything he wanted was his
Love, sex, money, drugs
----anything for him
He said he'd always love me, no matter what he'd done
In high school, there is only one curse word.
It does not begin with an "F", or an "S", or an "D".
It begins with the letter "P".
It strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it,
My love, my other half the light soon to shine in my eyes and awaken me to an adventure of a lifetime, a ride of the century and the joy ill feel for so many years, the thought of you my one and only brings tears to my eyes , a
Through the looking glass you peer.
You see bodies with faces.
Judging by their reputations.
The pregnant girl you label as “slut,” was raped.
She is mysterious
Yet comes in many ways
She works for an eternity
Works with no mercy
She's an awesome multitasker
She never rest
She causes broken families
Shes heartless, and ruthless
That night I left work
I was scared
I knew something bad was going to happen
I took a cab to his house
When I got there
We went to his room and started drinking
I must admit I am quite compelled,This path doesn't seem to fit me,Wondering now if I can turn around,Trying to make sense of this,Intoxicated ,Oh these stories they kill me,
Hey teachers,
I was an eighteen-year-old senior, a hispanic female with the classic features.
I focused on what I needed to do but still got distracted.
But I was appaled by how some "students" and "teachers" acted.
An educator, a spectator, a listener, more like a spectator who is the mediator behind the desk everyday and you think to yourself how do they get through the day.
Kids walk through the hall,
Never knowing when we all might fall,
This week,
last week,
The feelings follow,
Inside we are hollow,
Between the bruises and scarres we learn,
The beatings we earn,
What happened that night was so unexpected,
She did everything to make him stay because she feared of being rejected,
She thought she was with the Prince in her dream,
A Cinderella Story wasn't necessarily the theme,
The cold on my feet As I walk to your fate… The lump in my throat As I hold in your tears… The numbness in my body As I think of your feelings… I’m sorry. He comes in, Asks me if I’m ok. I say I’m fine, But I know I’m not. I’m sorry.
What do you see when you look at me
Is it my body?
My curves, my fine physique
Now look me in my eyes and tell me what do you see.
A girl with low self-esteem and insecurities
it's dark in here, but its warm, and i feel your love everyday. you rub me.sing to me.and tell me that you love me.
Bags under her eyes, but ever alert
Sleep was a luxury she can't afford.
Always moving and never staying long
Trying to look to the future,
but the darkness of the past blocks her way.
You told me your secret,
I told you it was wrong.
You acted like nothing had happened,
I acted like my world had stopped.
You said you had an appointment, but didn't go,
I said you should have.
My childhood was filled with simple joys,
raindrops dancing on summer-scented skin
and soaking my downy head to the scalp,
belly laughs for so long they hurt
I am not used to this pain that my body has gained. My comfortability has come to an end.My sin is the sin of a seed that was sent to destroy me before I even began.I would rather that I returned back to the old me.
Your teeth are clenched,
your head down.
Your nails sink deeper and deeper
with every sound
Your pace is rather brisk, for
You feel numerous eyes staring
they penetrate through your skin
Thoughts running amuck.Growth is more than physical And the mind is new. Each year creates change, Development begins withA sensual feel. No more baby talkOnly, "I love you baby",Hormones befall us. A rumbling force,yet the day a calm Monday.Ther
My stomach is growing
Like a bulging balloon.
It inflates with each month-
Ignoring my protests.
I watch my own body
With increasing disgust.
Each day I pray for blood emerge
My aunt would take me to the bookstoreeach time she had a miscarriage.
She would browse through each row,immersing herself in the pages and words and letters,trying to lose herself.
Should I write you letters,
or a post card maybe..
Do you even listen to me,
or do you choose to make me wait?
Dear God, are you listening?
I can hear it's heartbeat,
can you hear mine too?
Young love is the topic of discussion, heartbeat, tempo cousin of percussion.
Okay, Where do I start?
The ladies and the girls thinking men run the heart.
Independence, Coincidence, hence-
I saw them
They gathered water
And the constant turning
As if she was waiting for change
Like someone to rescue her
Or save her from her own fear
It scared me
Kept me alert
He took one look
And decided to leave
He waits
For her new lace
She’s got a bubble
Blowing up in her
Hello My Name is AnshulAnd I have a secret I’ve been keeping from all of youIm 16 and Pregnant
The look you give me brings out my fear
For if I show any I will tear
For the path I creep upon will distress my womb
Until the end I will not be
Because thanks to you I vanished
my eyes are open but my heart is shut, lure me in with lies ill never follow my gut. this addiction is in my blood and enough is never enough.
Stay here in me
The warm comfort of your soft soul
Mold against my body,
And here, is when I feel most whole,
Your heart less than twelve inches away
From my own heart
You make me scared and vulnerable,
who said it wasn't love?
my experiences have told me it was closer to love
closer than anything I had experienced.
this life I now hold,
it wasn't created by an act of immoral actions.
The media with their statistics goes on for days
No man should be older than 25 these days
Every black girl should have ‘bout 2, 3 maybe four babies
White man responsible for wars & doing every black crazy
All the break-up songs in the world couldnt express this hurt
What hurts most is looking down and seeing movement
reminder of that little human growing inside me
a seed we planted in love
The only thing I'm good at is being banged in bed sheets over the head
Bodies touch emotions would rush but there's none
No passion
no good reason or ration
Just for money to blow, a high rate hoe
See that girl sitting over there?
Rumor has it that in the ninth grade
she and a senior boy with a movie poster face and a Hollister body
went at it in the bushes at Sarah Something-Or-Other's 18th birthday party
She was never the type to fall in love
Rather fall into bed
"Having a good time" was one of her mottos
Got what she wanted then fled
Hell no she didn’t want no ring on her finger
Wait
Because if you feel
uncomfortable
If you feel frightened
And if you feel like you
have no choice
It's not the right moment
Don't let anyone fool you
It's ok to wait for
Butterflies
Speculations of life, sends hearts racing
Mere speculations cast the mind into a whirlwind; surround by notions of an end with a new beginning.
Joy and devastation run hand in hand.
For who; time will tell.
I stopped feeling alone when left alone. I knew u were there .
I stopped my careless acts bc in the long run iknow u would care
I stopped all the selfish thoughts & prepared for the responsibilities.
If I could go back in the past ,
man I would have told you ,
That being a young mother didnt look good on you ,
And It's crazy because I used to know you ,
You where the girl that everybody looked up To ,
Now you lay me down to sleep
The soul God prayed for you to keep.
Sentenced to die before I awake,
My life ended, because of one mistake.
Lost in the moment,
you move against me.
Fingers graze.
Skin ablaze.
Heart skips, heart jumps.
Temptation seeking,
you whisper, “breathtaking”.
Inside me there's a life
I may not give
the chance
To live nor
To be a kid
Nor To grow big
I feel you baby
Mommy is here
Yet please my child
Understand
This world is evil
There she is
The kid on her hip
I hold her outstretched hand
It's been too long, she says,
A smile in her eyes
I fake a smile back
Inside I feel sorrow
A hole in my heart
Baby
Just one little word
Replays through my mind
It engulfs me
Baby baby baby
I hear it all around
They point and stare
Their mouths agape
Baby baby baby
How did this happen?
