Best Teenbaby Poems


Ten

OH MY GOD HE IS TEN
Starting to get hair on his chin
No I cant belive it is true
Now my baby is hitting puberty too

Dang if it ain't my luck
Just last night he was playing with trucks
Now it is girls and rock music blaring
Him asking is it time to start shaving

No it has to be a bad dream
MY baby can't be almost a teen
My other one is over half grown
This one has to stay at home

Mama's Talk

MAMA'S TALK

Lifes lesson's I was never taught.
A boys lie's are why I got caught.

He told me things that weren't true.
I should've known but didn't have a clue.

Mama looked at me and said"have you gained weight".
I told mama you might as well know this month I'm late.

We will go to the doctor and find out for sure.
Mama say's"hey no sex is the cure".

My job will be to do whatever the baby needs.
They told him it was his job to cause he planted his seed.

Nine months went by and a baby was born on this day.
After all this bet I'll listen to what mama has to say.

 25%of American households has a teenage pregnancy.
Entered in Gwendolyn Rix Mom"I'm pregnant"contest.

I Am,,,

I Am...
Calvin L. Genereux

I am an infant...
The world around me is full of joys,
Bigger ones like me make funny sounds
And faces to amuse me.
Every moment is an adventure,
I learn colours an words but
Only one thing stands out.
Mommy...
Today she holds my hand as
I take step after step.
I stumble at first but she is there,
She supports me and coos encouragement
As I take baby steps into the world.

I am a child...
The world changes around me now,
I realize that I can't simply
Complain to get my way anymore.
People still make a fuss over me;
Over how handsome I look or
How much I have grown up.
And still once constant remains.
Mom...
Today she holds my hands again as
I step into a new threshold; School.
I sob and plea but she assures me
That everything will be okay
As I take baby steps into the door.

I am a tween...
I hate the label the world gave us,
No longer a child I am often asked
To act my age by those older.
I have learned so much,
Always learning new things from
All of the people around me.
But now only one thing is certain;
Change...
My body changes and I feel new things,
To my friends I am much the same
But at the same time oh so different.
I put on a facade to please them
But never let my true feelings show,
As I step into a web of lies and deception.

I am a teen...
I have experienced many thing,
I've had people die and felt
The crushing pain of loss.
I've learned oh so much,
I have felt true love and
Worked at banishing my greatest enemy;
Fear...
I will be going out on a date tonight,
I really love the person I am going out with
But am afraid to hold his hand in public.
When he kisses me it reassures me,
As I take my first steps out of the closet.

I am a man...
I no longer fear difference or change,
I no longer have to worry about
What other people will think of me.
I have become successful in life,
I am with my true love and have gained
The acceptance of the only person who mattered;
Mother...
Today is my wedding day,
My mom walks me proudly with
Tears in her eyes to the man I love.
The world is not a forgiving place,
We have to learn to get over our fear and live our lives.
As I take a great leap forward with my love.


Young Mothers

when wrote this i was only about 16 so please don't go coo coo on me




YOUNG GIRLS ARE HAVING BABIES AND IT IS A SHAME, FOR SOME CAN BARELY SPELL 
THEIR NAME.
THEY CAN BARELY FINISH JUNIOR HIGH OR HIGH SCHOOL. THEY'RE WALKING AROUND 
WITH A BELLY THINKING IT'S COOL. THEY THINK HAVING A BABY IS NOT WRONG WAIT 
UNTIL THE BABY HAS COLIC AND SCREAMS ALL NIGHT. TELL ME WILL YOU BE STRONG? 
DON'T SAY YES CAUSE YOUR WRONG, YOU WON'T HAVE THE MIGHT TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT 
LONG. YOUNG MOTHERS THESE DAYS DONT KNO A THING FOR SOME THINK IT'S AS EASY 
AS PUSHING A SWING. YOUNG MOTHERS, NOW YOU ARE CARING FOR A LITTLE ONE. NOW 
YOUR SAYING I AM MISSING ALL OF THE FUN.
YOUNG MOTHERS

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