One day we're smiling and clowning,
Next day we're screaming and frowning,
All over mixed ambitions, clouded decisions, and feardom.
Feardom of what you would do
If your parents found out.- If they knew
that instead of just PMS-ing,
you were prenatally stressing
and instead of being a child
you were carrying their first grandchild
and though you swore you were grown,
you couldn't carry your own.
Now here I am dismantled since my unborn child is gone,
because of My mistake to put him in HER womb!!!
Why couldn't I've chosen a more fit mother...
instead of this random lover to bear and nurture my seed
and make me a father to be???
She says she is pro-choice...What if i am pro-voice??
Does my opinion matter or is my heart to be battered???
Because I can only imagine who my child would be.
Maybe the next Obama or Martin Luther King.
Maybe the doctor to finally cure aids,
I don't know...could've been one of the greats!!!
But I'll never know now how my child would have made a difference.
How he/she would have had a voice to lift and make the choice....
(RIGHT OR WRONG???) It doesn't matter...
I want to let my baby know that he/she was always wanted.
Mama couldn't handle the pressure...from it, she was taunted.
and I'm sorry that mama couldn't love you like i do...
But, Baby, you're in my heart and I will never abort you!!!
-Love Your Daddy
(unborn child...the flip side to this story...check it out!!!)
