Babies are real, not your throw away mistakes,
Defenseless in his state,
She’ll do whatever it takes
Not to have this fate.
She breaks his neck
She breaks his back,
He is now a wreck
But still in the sac.
He struggles to live
He refuses to give in,
His life she won’t give;
Pretending not to sin.
His dad does not know
Her husband can’t find out,
Her stomach she will sow
And also her mouth.
Yet the babe lives
And cannot be killed,
She hopes he will forgive
And his dad be thrilled
So as he lives now
She suffers the stakes,
This will go to show
That babies are real, and not your throw away mistakes.
A contest entry
- Babies Are Real, Not Your Throw-Away Mistakes by Shakespeare.
1010 points, ended April 21, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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emotional, yet brilliant choice of words
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i like it a lot. But, no one can win this contest unless I have twenty entries...
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thanks :)
10x! hehe dw bout it. i enjoyed writing it anyways
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Priceless!
Love it! But hard to read with the font color and background-you might want to change it.
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