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    ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A GIRL NOT SO FREE.

    PAY ATTENTION, YOUNG ONES, TO THIS GIRL AND YOU’LL SEE.

    SHE LOST HER HEART, THOUGHT GOD TOOK IT AWAY. FOR HER GRANDMOTHER WAS GONE, NOT FOREVER HERE TO STAY.

    SHE TOLD EVERYONE, "IT’S OKAY", "I AM FINE" SMILED AND LAUGHED WHILE INSIDE SLOWLY DYING.

    ONE DAY THIS GIRL SAID "I CAT TAKE IT", "I HAVE TO BE FREE!", SO SHE LEFT RUNNING FAST TO AN UNKNOWN DESTINY.

    SHE CAME ACROSS A MAN, JUST AS SWEET AS HE COULD BE. YET HE STOLE WHAT WAS HERS UNDERNEATH A STARRY SEA.


    NEXT DAY, MEN IN BLACK TOOK HER BACK TO HER CONFINEMENT. FIVE MONTHS LATER SHE HEARS,"I AM SORRY MISS YOUR PREGNANT."

    "HELL NO! WHAT WILL I TELL THEM?" SHE CRIES. WHILE ALL THE TIME HER SALVATION GROWS INSIDE.

    ON APRIL 7, 97’ HE ARRIVED.

    THEY SAID,"SHE’LL NEVER MAKE IT." "THEY’LL NEVER SURVIVE."

    BUT, SHE STAYED STRONG, YES, SHE HELD HER HEAD HIGH. DOING EVERYTHING NECESSARY FOR THE CHILD TO STAY ALIVE.

    NOW HERE COMES THE PART WHERE IT REALLY GETS BAD,BUT DON'T GET TEARY EYED IT’S REALLY NOT THAT SAD.



    ONE DAY SHE IS DRIVING, STOPS, LOOKS TO THE SIDE, AND SEES THOSE SAME DIMPLES AND THOSE SAME CHOCOLATE EYES.

    SHE DOES NOT START RUNNING, FOR SHE IS NOT SCARED. IF NOT FOR THOSE EYES AND DIMPLES, WHAT OF THE BOY FOR WHOM SHE CARES?

    SO SHE APPROACHED HIM, WITH ALL HER STRENGTH AND PRIDE, AND SAID "PLEASE LOOK AT THIS BOY I CARRIED NINE MONTHS INSIDE. EVEN THOUGH HE IS A YEAR OLD AND PAST, I FEEL I CANNOT BE AS COLD AS YOUR SCANDALOUS ASS."

    "YOU HURT ME SO BAD THIS I WILL SAY, WHAT YOU TOOK FROM ME THEN I DID NOT WANT TO GIVE AWAY, BUT I FORGIVE YOU I DO FOR ALL THAT YOU’VE DONE. BECAUSE WITHOUT YOUR MISTAKE I WOULD NOT HAVE MY SON."

    "SO PLEASE, PLEASE SIR LOOK AT THIS BOY AND I PRAY ONE DAY YOU MAY SHARE IN HIS JOY."

    "I WILL NEVER SPEAK A FOUL WORD AGAINST YOU, OF HARM OR OF STRIFE, BECAUSE EVERY LITTLE BOY DESERVES A FATHER IN HIS LIFE."

    NOW I ASK YOU PEOPLE, DID YOU LISTEN CAREFULLY? BECAUSE THE STRONG, 15 YEAR OLD GIRL IN THIS STORY WAS.....

    ME.

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    Starchild commented on 15

    03-22-2009

    At the tender age of 15 you became a woman and nine months later you became a mother. You took on a responsibility that many walk away from, but you handled it with dignity and respect by allowing this man that stoled your youth from you to still be apart of your son life. You are doing a great job as a mother and as a beginner writer.

    xxlheart commented on 15

    01-30-2009

    not a big fan of all caps, however it works for this piece. such a strong and powerful message would come across no matter how you displayed it but the caps hit me like an explanation mark on every single word. excellent writing and a very moving p

    rollerderby commented on 15

    01-22-2009

    Well done! a poem of life, love, and heart ache all in one. You are a lot braver than most would have been at you age. I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own. If he'd have been a real man he would have done his part. But you did the best you cou

    SAYANDSEE commented on 15

    12-09-2008

    I'M PROUD OF YOU. STAY STRONG, AND TAKE CARE.

    JDSitton commented on 15

    11-21-2008

    Powerful! Very much so actually!

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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