Bottle of hearts

All I ask, is for you to bow your head

Actually, pay attention and listen to the words that’s about to be said

I know I barely put my hands together and get on my knees

Never tried to talk to the lord, but forgiveness we seek

All I ask, is for someone one to listen to me

I’m not a preacher or a teacher but there is a lesson I’m trying to teach

So with this bottle, I sit it atop of a throne

Calling all broken hearts that this bottle is meant to hold

Bottle of hearts

 

First story I’ll tell is of the nine year old girl who never thought she was beautiful

Her mother never loved her & her father just abused her

At school it was no better, she received death threats and cruel letters

The boys used to always touch her & the girls just were jealous

She would run and just cry, running in no designated direction

Never telling mom what was going on,

Because she was to busy fulfilling her desired affection

With a quick fix

She never listened when her child was in tune with her emotions

Usually she just yelled at her, telling her how much she hated her

And this young girl knew inside that her mom loved her

But she is traumatized by the drugs, that’s whats controlling her

One day, the nine year old was fed up

Wrote a letter to her parents telling them she’d had enough

She wanted it to be over, so she overdosed on pain pills

The sad thing is her parents didn’t even notice that their child no longer lived

Until a few days later when her father started smelling something weird

 

So this is when I open my bottle of hearts,

Putting the young girls broken pieces in.

Once again,

All I ask, is for you to bow your head

Actually, pay attention and listen to the words that’s about to be said

I know I barely put my hands together and get on my knees

Never tried to talk to the lord, but forgiveness we seek

 

Another story that I have is yet of another girl

She had everything going for herself; she thought she knew everything about the world

Until, she reached high school and her body started changing

Hormones were rising and boys continuously calling her name

And

When she thought she chose the right one to answer back to

He popped up with that question after a month of going through the relationship

He said baby, if you love me we should share this special moment together

She really didn’t want to go through with it but his satisfaction mattered

Asking him if he had protection, he just threw away the question

He received what he wanted, then left her

When she started feeling sick, no questions asked she knew she was knocked up

Went to find the only guy she ever slept with, and he acted as if he never knew her

And it killed her inside when he claimed he wasn’t her child’s father

Its one thing to raise a child

But its another to do so while you’re a child yourself

Afraid to tell her mother because she didn’t know how she’d react

But the baby bump started showing

And her mother already knew

Her mother gave her the alternative, to keep it or abort it

She wasn’t giving away her child she saw that as murder

So her mother said well you have to go, I can’t help you

Now there is a fifteen year old girl on the street, no home, no food to eat

Carrying a child that is the reason her heart beats

So she cries, noticing that her due date is nearing

Trying to pray to god but she feels he isn’t listening

She delivers her child in a shelter with no assistance

And doesn’t even live to see her child eyes glisten

 

So this is when I open my bottle of hearts

If you think your life is bad remember that you’re living that’s a start

All I ask, is for someone one to listen to me

I’m not a preacher or a teacher but there is a lesson I’m trying to teach

So with this bottle, I sit it atop of a throne

Calling all broken hearts that this bottle is meant to hold

Bottle of hearts

 

This poem is about: 
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