It's not a Mistake!!!
by VL aka Dopey

Here comes my sister, with sadness in her eyes,
her eyelids like a levee hold back all the tears.
In the killing field a little girl was left behind,
my parents' verbal attacks stabbed her heart like a spear.

Before my eyes, now this woman arises,
She's lost, and all she needs is a bit of support.
I congratulate her, and tell her to not give up and fight,
hold your head high with pride, it's not the end of the world.

They kicked you when you were down,
called you a failure and a disgrace.
Just because you hadn't wore a white gown,
and your lover, wasn't man enough to back you up on this day.

So he handed you all these broken promises,
left you with a life growing in your stomach.
Went to your parents to get help,
they cursed you and said a dreadful life you had coming.

Quick to assume that out of your life nothing good would come,
but failed to realize you would have the greatest title of all.
You will soon be a mother. And sis...
that's the title that receives the highest of my highest regards.

Just because you're now pregnant,
and your belly is now growing...
Don't think you're not beautiful,
gloomy models envy the fact that you're glowing!

Days go by, and you continue your studies,
you get a part time job to give the baby all you possibly can.
Even though your classmates look at you funny,
you don't let their negative vibe shake the ground where you stand.

For the first time in forever, you feel the biggest motivation...
working to get the best of the best for your greatest creation.
Sis, your baby is not a mistake, it's the gift sent from God.
He knows you're strong and wise enough to handle your obligation.

So while mom and pops diss you,
and aunts tell you that you fucked up.
Just think about the life that's in you,
and give him your unconditional love.

If your kid ever asks why you had him so young,
tell HIM you were desperate to meet him,
and hold him in your arms.

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i agree..... thats my favorite part too..... very nice


"If your kid ever asks why you had him so young,
tell HIM you were desperate to meet him,
and hold him in your arms."

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numeros para las cuentas
la mano para el amigo
caricias para las hombres
balas pa' los enemigos

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Those who want to do good are not selfish. They are not in a hurry. They know that to impregnate people with good requires a long time. But evil has wings. To build a house takes time, it's destruction takes none. - Mohandas Gandhi

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her [9:59 P.M.]: phss im never letting you go..
i'll be bugging you if your not with me.. cuz you know what?
aha Y0UR MiNE.. jUP Mi0.. S0 fCK EVERY0NE ELSE.. CUZ i L0VE
Y0U & iM G0NNA BE WiTH Y0U f0REVER. Y0UR tHE 0NE f0R ME.

Right..

	chicano dijo:
	Is it a true story, dopey? It was nice, I liked it.

Naw... I wrote it because that's what I went through when I got knocked up, and because my 15 year old girl I know got knocked up and asked me for advice. Most of the poem was actually stuff I said to her.

The only reason I didn't make it about me, it's because I like story telling poetry, and wanted something that girls could read, and take it as a big sister giving them advice. I don't consider being knocked up a 'mistake'. It's a blessing! Doesn't matter how much of a screw up you've been prior to. I've always been thankful for my little knucklehead. I was able to mature, get motivated, and have that unconditional love that my parents never gave me. I'll post some other poems I wrote that are basically connected to this one.

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