im not what you think i am
everybody has there own idea of what teen mothers are
but rarely are the ideas happy
they say i am stupid,
they say i am a bad person
they can't see how hard i work for her
the apple of my eye
they dont look at the sacrafises that I have made
so that she can be safe
and warm
but i don't care what they think
because she is all that matters
my baby girl is who keeps me
trooping along
beautiful little girl
you are hope for the future
i will never hurt you like i was hurt
i will keep you safe
because mommy loves you
and will never let you go
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