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Nine Months
Picture perfect in a frame
Look twice, each time never looks the same
Squint eyes tight
The smile, sunlit bright
Never showing signs of the fight
Hiding it in your mind
Friends dig deep but can't find--
The answers to your arguments, constant fights with time
Your opinions, never worth a dime
Always punishment for the crime
Digging a hole you'll never escape
Never seeing all, ignoring the size and shape--
The initial shock you took so well
Smile grew dim, belly starts to swell
Screwed over sideways, no story to tell
Look around, all alone
Backstabbers, give such tone
Picture perfect in a frame
Nine months later the baby came.
A VERY POWERFUL poem!!!! "Babies having babies"....that says it all! Robin, you certainly have a gift at expressing your thoughts and emotions. Keep writing, I enjoy reading your work.
:)Tricia
great imagery I can almost see this poem in my head. keep up the great work
It seems like everywhere you look these days another teenage is pregnant. Theres so much pressure, and in the end, usually the dickhead who said hed be ther forever is gone, now its just you and his sperm for nine months dont let the pressure get to ya! : ) ~^^~