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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?
I have a few questions; I don't understand.
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
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
My second baby How your daddy drives me crazy, In love!
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
Without a Face, Do I Still Exist?
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,
Don't Turn Out Like Me
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...."
She creates a new life. Part of her's goes into it. That is quite a price.
I walked in alone No phone, no knife, no money I walked in alone
You can hide behind makeup But that doesn’t mean you’re a woman Your mind is engulfed With subjects that your mouth shouldn’t speak about You find joy in opening your legs
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.
That bean size thing growing In your stomach it is showing
Nervous, afraid, unknowing a young girl but fifteen looking at two pink lines.
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 two of us lay silent and still In the midst of the clear summer breeze I blinked my eyes a few more times This must be a dream; give my arm a squeeze We spoke no words, yet I felt his 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?