Pregnant
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troops surrounded the palace
corpses of soldiers strewn all about the place
carrying the only heir in her womb
Hemangini travelled through a journey
where the sight of future is unknown
No Expectation
start preparation
couple confusion
baby be the fusion
the love we share cant compare
growing slow, but strong
nothing about you is wrong
I want you already
Believe me when I say that mothers know best,
now I'm homeless and pregnant with very little rest.
She yelled "Stay in school. He's nothing but trouble",
but I was inside my love-filled bubble.
Forget Me Not
*controversial*
Morning sickness brings the blues,
Monthly cycle is overdue.
She was drunk that night,
Flinging morals in the wind,
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see.
Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
Kindness, is it only but a word?
A person who hears people's needs.
But oddly, sadly, is never ever heard.
You try your best to see the light.
In a blinding sheet of darkness.
You ignore and try to forget.
What I Hate
Do you know what I absolutely hate?
What makes me so sick to my stomach?
And my skin crawl with repulsion?
I’ll tell you what I hate:
I down another bottle
To wash the pain away.
For a brief moment,
I feel a bit okay.
She told me last night
A whisper on the porch
Her face was a smile,
Masking her tears.
I wanted to scream
I wanted to hold her tight
And tell her it would be ok.
I wanted to throw something
Ever feel like you were born in the wrong time?In a time where no one really thinks,and at every corner there comes a new crimeshouldn't it be time we worked out all of the kinks?Girls are getting pregnant
The homework papper cuts us dry,
sitting in your office to hear you cry.
guess nobody wore cloths today,
i did'nt join in,
they called me gay.
kids ask me "you got somthin to say?",
Stretching your own skin.
Laying on your side.
Turning pages on an ebook.
Reading about the baby.
Reading your way into motherhood.
Passing by the years go by.
Wondering where innocence has gone.
The two magenta lines do not lie:
one look to scan the color,
another glance to determine its meaning.
Arm shaking in fear and
eyes jangling in the sockets,
searching for the unnamed.
I'm not just a number,
I sit here and wonder,
Does my teacher even know my full name?
I don't care about your personal problems.
I'm having high school problems with a teacher who thinks I'm a grade.
When I was in eleventh grade,
I had an English teacher who
made me want to
be a teacher...
because she was so useless that
I didn’t learn nothing from her.
Well, I guess that’s not exactly
Though for the last few months
Everyone looked at her
With judgement and disgust,
She felt beautiful.
She did make one mistake;
She admitted that.
But that didn't mean that
The Jocelynn Effect
What is life but a journey,
A journey that can teach much.
Who knows where it will take you,
Far away, or close to home.
(poems go here) I feel it...
Kick
Kick
kick
Inside of me
Your apart of me
Sweet child of mine, please forgive
Forgive me for having to bring you into this world
For only having love to give you
There she is
The kid on her hip
I hold her outstretched hand
It's been too long, she says,
A smile in her eyes
I fake a smile back
Inside I feel sorrow
A hole in my heart
