Her Story

by Amanda Jo   Apr 7, 2009


Not chosen by choice,
but forced against will.
Because of a mistake,
self-respect she would kill.

Now its growing within her,
She's hot with rage.
And that wickedly grin,
now she's driven insane.

Nine months go by,
and her mistake is born.
Labor is fast,
her anger is torn.

One look at the face,
of her new baby boy.
She welcomes the arrival,
and is overfilled with joy.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Fading Memory

    Well , i need to breath so deep before postin ma comment cause am really speachless i loved et so much , ET'S all about sOmEtImEs "we all fall in love with our mistakes sometimes even et hurts so much to look back n' c the reasons were why" well this gonna be ma quote in this life :)

  • 14 years ago

    by mandy

    That was well written. I loved the rhyming, 5/5.

    -mandy :)