"Oh, look at the baby!"
"Don't you just love my baby?"
"Guess who had a baby."
Yeah check out the baby
born to unwed parents
and he looks nothing like his dad.
And I'm as sure as shit that love will keep him alive...
love and food stamps.
When the winter's too cold,
theres no place to go,
and junior has the sniffles
surely love is all he'll need.
I know who had a baby,
almost everybody that I know,
the ones with rods,
and the ones with holes.
The ones with no money
and the ones with no jobs.
They still live with their folks,
or in a trailer out back
and somehow they all know
that they can pick up the slack.
Let's have a look at the best chance he has,
he'll be "that kid" in class.
With the cheaper clothes
all filled with holes
and a homestyle haircut from Mom.
He'll learn about life the hard way
from always being second rate,
he won't have a sixteenth birthday car,
and he won't have money to date.
He'll learn about fast easy money,
and how drugs can ease his pain.
He'll learn all the rules,
and he'll grow to hate the game.
That's the path his life will take,
and it's not even his choice.
So just for his little sake,
think of his little voice.
Think of when he'll cough
and think of when He'll cry,
think about when he looks to you
teary eyed and asks "Momma why"
"Why does it hurt so much?
Momma, why is it so hard?
Why are the other kids so mean to me,
I wish I were never born"
Author notes
This is not a pro abortion poem. I do not hate babies, nor is this poem directed at any single person. Everyone is having babies way too early in life and it's a really big problem because it sucks to be a poor kid
however I would like to congratulate
bo and alisha
bub and cassie
sam and corey
Kate and some dude I don't know
tiff and buhba
shae and some dude I don't know (not the same dude as kate...I think)
trent and vannissa
tim and uh whatever her name is
and all those other people I went to school with but don't talk to who have babies now
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pretty stabby words you used here. as a child (now really, really full grown) I can relate to the 'that kid' and being so poor comments but I am still sure glad I was born. you have a very strong and powerful voice and cool use of rhyme.
your AN was pretty funny.
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thanks a lot for reading it
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Thank you
I feel the same way as the child at the end of nthis poem sometime. Being bored into a less than perfect family is difficult. Thank you for writing down what I couldn't. Wonderful job
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