Baby Of Mine by Amber H

You pull my hair
you scratch my skin
lord i know that its a sin
but it feels so good so stick it in
thats what i said a month ago
as i sit on my bed
i feel somthing it my tummy
does this mean that im a mummy
o dear lord tell me
no does this mean that im a hoe
i called the daddy told him so
he said you stupid a hoe
and hung up the phone
but wait a minute
dont he know
hes the one that made me a hoe
now the daddys gone
an all alone i'll raise baby of mine
but the baby is a bastard
no one will be kind
but we'll be fine
me and this baby of mine

Courtney (169.207.58.104) -- Tuesday, September 23 2003, 07:40 pm

Your poem is tight
Your poemis so true you've must have experienced this before.

Timothy Reynolds (216.165.188.31) -- Wednesday, September 24 2003, 05:46 am

God Bless You
The Good Lord knows your pain, though it seems He doesn't hear your pleas, He does. For now, He needs you to be strong. You have learned through your life what doesn't work well, teach your new blessing the good things you've missed out on, along with what you've learned. And someday in the future He'll send you someone who'll really care for you.

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