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My mother she was fifteen when she thought she was ready
Her and her boyfriend, they were going steady
And I was the aftermath, the result
And im shoved into this world, at no fault
My father is gone, my mom's never "home"
So I sit here, suffer, and cry alone
Hit and abused, and brused to the bone
A beating heart, unable to love, made of stone
I crave caring, tender touch
So im shoved into foster care, because my choices arnt much
My first day if fifth grade, i cant wait to start
I choose the seat in the back, next to the number chart
I listen and do well, but i still dont understand
The teacher wont call on me when i raise my hand
Is it because i look different? Because i have scars?
Because my young mother took spanking to far?
Is it because im stupid and only think im right?
My soon future isnt looking very bright...
My first day of high school, i wonder where my real mom is now..
Is she still out there? Looking for me somehow?
Why do i think this? She doesnt even care...
Because at fifteen, her parent also wernt there..
My first girlfriend, were both fifteen too
But guess what were not going to do?
Because i dont want my kids to have a life like this
Because my father never took responsibilty for what was half his

Reviews

[steph]

This poem started out very deep and emotional and then you come along at the end and apply a life lesson, True love can wait. I am sorry about the tragedy you experienced in your life.. I am sorry for the hurt, and the anguish you have felt, My heart goes out to you and you in my prayers, If I may be so bold though, I believe you have taken these things in your life and made positive choices so that mistakes are'nt mad again... This makes the poem even more profond, and I see no faults in this poem at all. Another favorite