You abide by his code because he’s your man, as you dwell in poverty he looks to expand.
Your relationship is built on violence as you cater to his every demand.
He’s inside you day and night as you forge a new servant from his glands.
But as the months go by you know it’s a gift you can not grant.
You stare from the top of stairwell knowing you should have ended it before it began.
And you tumble down not able to move let alone stand.
As you feel the life within slipping away and you pray for your child to be cradled in god’s hands.
Allowing your baby to die as pure as an angel instead of living the life of the damned.
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you did only have eight lines mister :]
rewrite and let me know.
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I have updated it just as you asked for into 8 sentences. Please let me know if there is any thing else I have forgotten.
Allawy
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Ok now I understand. Because according to AP the poem I posted was 8 lines. I just did not know how you were measuring. I’ll be sure to contact you once it’s updated. Thanks
Allawy
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Wow, powerful...that is something, loss for words. Not something anyone should have to choose and go through. Excellent. Blessings.
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Thank you for the read. And for seeing the message with an open mind. I’m just glad I had a good prompt to go by. I’m not the type of writer that does sunshine and butterflies.
Some people are so gung-ho in their beliefs that their unable to see any side except their own. With every taboo subject I write about it’s important to take the reader to a new level of conciseness.
It’s what I do when I think of an idea, finish a poem and what I really wanted to instill in my book. That the hardest endeavors to face. Are the ones you must chase.
Allawy
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