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An Epic Tale: Love Prevails

Now, my story is not a fun one Nor does it make much sense For, at times, it’s quite confusing But it goes a little like this: I feel in love at a young age When I was just fifteen I didn’t listen to my friends’ advice; My boyfriend, I continued to see. He was cold and hateful towards me And could always throw a good punch We’d viciously fight before school But he’d apologize before lunch. I tried not to believe it And just listen to my heart But it landed me in a bad place And here’s where my story really gets its start. I though that I was ready for the commitment Because we didn’t act as wild But I was wrong to trust him And soon, I was pregnant with his child. I felt so alone and saddened Like I had no other choice I needed my future, needed my life And so, this child, I chose to destroy. I couldn’t take care of a baby I knew that would never do And I sat down and thought it out And said, “What would Jesus do?” I prayed about it all one night And cried my eyes out too I asked God to give me an answer Tell me what to do. I spent one night crying And then the deciding was done I made my choice, that was it, My inner battle was won. Nine months slowly crawled by As I kept up with my grades And whenever it just got too hard, I feel to my knees and prayed. At first, I wanted to give her up She only reminded me of her father’s shoves But the moment I looked in her baby blue eyes, My eyes filled with love. And that was twenty years ago I am now thirty-six With a beautiful young daughter Who’s had her own problems I helped fix. Though her life has never been easy And money is always tight To know that she’s happy and healthy Lets me sleep with a smile at night. I speak on behalf of women All around the world So that they believe they can find the strength To take care of their little boys and girls. ‘So,’ I tell them in confidence, ‘If you need help, come to me For I will never turn you away Just trust in your strength and see.’ ‘Though America will frown on you And refuse your searching hand, Just never give up and it’ll pay off Because, really, girls, you were never bad.’ And when I’ve finished talking, I turn to my daughter again And think to myself, if I had a choice, I’d make the same one again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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