Dead Baby's and Bad Thoughts

This is probably the angriest poem I've ever written.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

Blood clotted brown eyes

A stomach so swollen

Nine months gone

 

F**k!

That girl

And her little piece of s**t

                [you’re no excuse for a man]

Stomach protruding

Over her waist

 

How is this little thing

My natural born rights?

Making disgusting little opinions

About HIM

And his 15 year old little s**t

 

I bet that baby’s not even his

                                [whatever]

It wasn’t place anyway

                                [c**t]

 

Why do I even care?

I’m not the pregnant 15 year old girl

Statistic

I’ve only learned about it

Just pent up anger towards

HIM

 

[I just think it’s f*****g

stupid]!!!

Then again.

The abominations not in my

                 Womb.

Author's Note

everything here is intentional.

Reviews

[Chance]

Interesting read I like the use of brackets.

[kera moondust]

thank you =)