Realize

A sad story of a young girl’s life…
Don't look at me and judge me,
Because it wasn't just me who made this baby,
I'm only 15 and I have a child.
Now I have to grow up wounding if it was my fault.
I'm all alone
But I can’t complain because even though he left me he still calls my name.

The father wouldn't be there and oh that drives me crazy,
My being 15 and having to raise a baby.
It was my choice I will admit to that,
But it was his plan now all he gave me was a slap on the back.
He is telling people that he has a baby,
But it seems like it moms baby daddy's maybe.

When I went to visit he wanted to play dad,
It made me feel good I was no longer sad.
But now I realize that my child needs more,
So next time I see I will let him know that there is no more us!!

By Shykela Riley
Published: 3/8/2007
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