Broken HomeA Poem by D Poet KA hidden secret shunned from your heart.
I cried last night for the new generation The babies that died for their mistakes just Bring water to my teardocs and I can't stand to see Babies having babies at only thirteen Only to flush them in the toilet and stuff their face To try and stop them from crying It makes my heart race. They didn't choose to come into a world so cold They didn't choose to be a story never told A hidden secret shunned from your heart A poor little child who needed a mothers arms. Yet the mother was a child herself How could she take care of a baby of her own? Another sad story, kept secret in a broken home. © 2008 D Poet KReviews
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Added on July 5, 2008AuthorD Poet KHouston, TXAboutIm heavenly in love. Go to this site to hear my poetry: www.myspace.com/dpoetk I turned my "Read Requests" off because too many people were sending me some. I was getting annoyed. I wasn't even readin.. more..Writing
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