What Would I Have To Give To Once Again Relive Pregnancy

While He wakes up wondering what the world will bring
I wake up with blood on my hands
While he listens to what the birds will sing you
I still question my life and try to understand
And while I feel myself pumping blood like no other
I know this blood is not for me
but for whome I'm supposed to be her mother
I've smothered myself in everything but faith
As mad as I am at him it is me who I hate
Disentegrating
feeling the wrath of a self induced troubled path
Can't sleep, gasping for something to keep this off my heart
My mind and body aches from my morals hurting all the time
I an't imagine you my child ever forgiving me..
Look at your father's and I's secrecy..
I regret every morning and think..
How differently if you were just here with me.
Ive had only one dream of you and the luxory
that you held me and showed me love
held me so close..
feeling you tell me you still love me the most.
When you could've told me
"Mommy you failed me." "Mommy you betrayed me.."
Trust me my darling I rather you have your life than mine.
I had no right to hinder your god given time.
I'm so sorry I was selfish and let a boy influence me so devilish.
I hope I can make you proud
I hope you can hear mommy's love so hard and loud.
I'm so sorry please forgive me
What I would give to relive my pregnancy.

B. Maxine Waldrep
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Mister Roboto Avatar
August 19, 2014 at 11:32 PM
What I guess I mean is you write with a certain distinct purity only found in youth. When I say youth, I mean anywhere from 13 to 23. I work with a lot of inner city youth programs, including two I fund for writers, and there is something about the quality of younger writers. I aint old either, not even 40, so depending on who ya are, Im either kinda old, or still kinda young. or to a 12 year old, OLD AS SHIT> But I hear a young soul behind your pen. It's refreshing sound. even if you are older!
Revolution Avatar
August 21, 2014 at 11:29 AM
Ill be 23 this Saturday actually. Thank you for all the comments I sometimes am not confident in baring my soul
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February 11, 2014 at 8:38 PM
B Maxine, nice win... . Hugs* SKAT
Mehta Avatar
January 15, 2014 at 6:53 AM
Inspiring thoughts to give up something to relive and congrats on the fine win, Britney
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