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A baby to me
A fragile being
Nine months
Feels like much longer
I have no child
Within or about me
Life taking to much of a toll
Society bending their ways in my mind
Unexceptable for teens
What happens from marriage
After all education is done
And a job fully secured
I crave for my own flesh and blood
To be carried in my body
Then in my arms
To show the world, my new life
With a small girl
I'd name
Lyla
Copyright © Brittany Gentry | Year Posted 2010
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