I try to lie, or make some sence,
of my knowlege, as I get tence.
A reason for, the way I am,
a birth mother, who fuckin ran,
when problems got, to much for her,
she drank and drank, with no concern,
on how it may, effect my life,
the looks I get, not once but twice,
from everyone, I come accross,
your party days, the price it cost,
that I have paid, without a choice,
but NOW you'll hear, me use my voice.
"I think of you, and lose control,
much anger burns, yet tears I hold,
I clinch a fist, and close my eyes,
at that moment, I want to die.
You'll NEVER know, the pain you've caused,
I CAN'T forget, you did me wrong,
for I see it, day after day,
reminding me, the price I payed,
so you could have, one night of fun,
and drown your problems, in beer or rum,
I hope 'twas worth, your mind's demands,
my life's over, before it began."
The looks, the stares, the pityed touch,
I always felt, it's just to much,
to hold it in, and stuff it down,
let it out when, no ones around.
My feelings, thoughts, expressed threw words,
although at times, may seem obscured,
just live my life, to pay the toll,
and pray God takes, this beaten soul.
Mothers beware, I speak the truth,
reality check, there's two of you,
The point is that, what's one small year,
to save your child, a LIFE of tears,
they may not speak, their mind at birth,
but will later, as this my first.
To write these words, it hurts so much,
to know that you'd, givin me up,
but if I can, help just one child,
upon this face, you'd bring a smile.
I don't want this brought up again after it's read,
nor do I want anyones pity.
Someone once told me if you feel you have a gift,
it's a sin NOT to share it with the world.
Show this to anyone who is pregnant and is thinking about drinking,
I can guarentee anyone with a heart will think twice.
and those who still instist, will hear about it later,
one way or another.
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Keith A. Lynema