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Sucking up milk is something all babies do. It's a common sight, until some dirtbag takes it upon himself to curse a nursing mother in the mall because
Parted Lips a-POP-olypse The seats of the minivan burst into flame as rabid fragments of monster carrots feed Death while he
i tried to love you the way any daughter would i tried to do everything talk yell argue counsel hug fake smile talk yell argue counsel hug
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've said farewell to many a kind From Cats to Hamsters, I didn't mind. Some past their time, to out of their prime, each one committed some sort of crime Father in wartime, the rain would always chime
you carried me. you fed me. you lifted me. you let me grow. i grew away from you. i saw other things, i got caught up in it. you struggled. your eyes bled tears,
giver of birth and the reason of me you sacrificed your hunger so i could feed off of your breast you gave up sleep so i could have mine oh how i wish i could remember your face
mama. the first word that uttered from my lips. rewind that VHS mama, what happened to holding fingers? tiny ones aching to grasp yours. feet stumbling to nameless routes
My hair is too frizzy, A red tangled mess. My eyebrows aren’t arched, Blonde makes it look less. My pants don’t quite fit, The muffin top pokes over. I look down at the scale,
My love, You are turning 11-years-old this year. My heart drops to my stomach when I think about that.
You have a new life in your handsIt might not have been a part of your plansBut now you have that chanceAnd remember your not done your dance
Dear My Future Children, Painful contractions Beautiful recollections Raising you through your life
I know your brain is wired in a way that makes you think everybody within a 3 mile radius hates you, is annoyed by you or thinks you’re a lazy cow.
Mother,Did you ever see me as a child and not a possession? Or was I the duplicate picture of your second-hand negro barbie,
I hide behind my eyes. tThey can not know, all my lies. I move along though, and even sing. Though now and then It seems to sting. It is hard when they won't allow me to be weak.
Once upon a time A girl loved a boy. A bewitching boy. A boy she had never met A boy she only knew from afar But a boy she loved nonetheless. One day the girl got a message
Emery,You were born to me.Only you, my family.With toothless smileI saw something within meThat I had not seenIn awhile.And hands graspingTo hold mine own,I had not known
This is for you Mother I wish you were here today I know you really would care for me I know that you would feel my pain. I know I would feel okay If you would tell me everything would be okay.
I see you as you're watching me Catching every detail as you view so carefully. Your eyes are glued to my every move as you observe so attentively. Everything I do and say you study it throughout the day.
Baseball hat, tiny socks, teething rings, alphabet blocks White noise machine, too many toys, all of these things Belong to my little boy 6 months before you, I was just me
Fathers, Teach them well 1. Lose your hatred 2. Lose your fear 3. Fear of the other 4. Fear of their ways 5. Ways to win 6. Ways to ruin
There were the stairs, just outside of the apartment complex. I sat there with the day, listening to the wind complain about the world. There were palm trees with leang trunks
I’ve always lived as though the Lord can give and can take away. I try not to cling to things of this world not a person, place, or possible possession is so important that my world would
A necessity, reason for living Boil purpose down to the need of that thing Not one, but two On the days I first laid eyes on you A willing captive, my heart In death alone would I ever part
What can you tell me?Is this the land of the free?If I enter a store,Will you search me all o’re? It’s okay, I understand.To your fear,I fear,I have lent a hand.
He is my whole life two years ago I gave life giggle and cuddle
Heavy Eyed, Beat, And Defeated Trying To Defeat Sleep I Open My Eyes To Realize Sleep Swiftly Crept In On Me Leaving Me Paralyzed, Hypnotized, dont Critizise
SLEEP COMPLETELY CHALLENGING MY EVERY EFFORT TO STAY AWAKE- I OPEN MY EYES TO REALIZE- SLEEP SWIFTLY CREPT IN ON ME LEAVING ME PARALYZED - HYPNOTIZED- DON’T CRITICIZE-
Why I Never Want to be a Mother I never want to be a mother because I am not perfect. I know no damn thing about cooking, and as far as I concern, I hate doing the dishes.
I met you on the road of Longing, As you took me hand in hand, My heart burst with love wide open, And so our journey began.- "My Kings, my life is yours, I have lived to this moment for you,
His plump infant belly melds into my soft belly with it's silvery stretch marks(flashes of fish in a pond.) Our breathing syncs together. Each day after the first marks a step farther that he moves
It was 2 years ago
So small. So innoncent. So new. I think these things as I hold her in my arms. My niece. She has yet to walk, to talk, to grow, to know, to see. To be.
The first thing I see when i walk in A beautful, happy, and toothless grin Its 7am and I just got off work
A new year, a new day. A different hour, a different moment. Each day, I still wake up to beautiful little people that make me smile. Being able to inspire and teach them what life is about,
She embellished The wisdom To conceive thought. Different emotions Violated intrusion Of world sanity. In the dark Aware of presence Innocence is borrowed To a loan officer.
When I shut the minivan door on my feet
Her face lights up. She reaches down to touch the face of the small bundle. To think, that she had a part in creating this. She smiles. Gently, she wipes a tear from her eye.
this child is my slavery and blessing that has cursed me a rite to life, robbing me of my gold too damn selfish to be let go. born and die by the cradle
Oh the Comfort The peace The joy And the love That flows From you to me Dear Mother You give me attention That delivers affection Direction And understanding to me
Hello little one This is your mommy I know we haven't met yet Just because you are in my tummy
Through the eyes of my child, i now see, just how precious life can be. With such gleaming eyes and beautiful features, i look to God and pray to Him, how blessed i am to finally meet him.
The first time she tells me, I stand at the baker’s table, wrist deep in flour, water, and cultures of yeast. “Good job.” My startled hazel lifts to meet her calmer brown and my eyebrows rise.
She Abandoned by those of her conception A father who rose who was in the house And she was one of the exceptions An advantage to raising her fatherless child
Time is nothing but change Change comes in different forms Different thoughts or even feeling Before becoming a mother life meaning Was truly unknown but now is known I could not picture life without
In the depths of my mind, I envision my own world. Its beauty is flawless. There is nothing but starry skies and peace that only paradise can provide. That day, I saw your despair and
A mother-daughter relationship is tumultuous territory. There are the “Why’d you get a D?” problems and “Don’t call me that!” problems. “Where have you been?” problems and “Don’t make me ask again..” problems.
Addicted to a mother who, in her eyes never loved her, created mental disintegration to a psyche so fragile Failing to inherit qualities of forget, forgiveness begun to take shape as enabling.
Kept a permanent division between her thighsand in the eyes of boys her body was a playground.Young men slid down her swirling slide,counting a game of tag on her outstretched arms