Eighteen 'n pregnant in a borrowed white dress,
saying "I do"
screaming "I don't" in my head
Jesus watched as I lied
'Till death do us part....
Physical death?
Emotional death?
Playing house with food stamps and hand me downs
The sound track of my life backlit by lies
and hollow I love you's
Love does not thrive in captivity
It made me hurtful with your soul
and careless with my body
Mistakes were made that a sweet baby boy paid for
Too young to always know the right thing to do
and many times too selfish to care,
He says there's forgiveness in his heart
But I see none in his eyes
What I see is my guilt reflected back at me
for I know stolen innocence
cannot be forgiven
Fast forward, another son born
This is not a "do over" child
So wanted, so loved by all
so privileged,
Half brothers
half love and half jealousy
This cannot be fixed
because
Mistakes were made ...