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I see her baby kicking, and she makes me want to cry. Her teeth so yellow, but her smile so bright, and her stomach so swollen. Her stomach adorns my hand-- There is a slight quake beneath the surface-- reminding me of a bumpy road on a bright yellow school bus. I question the young mother's decision-- if it was a decision at all-- or if it was a consequence or result or bad memory. "Maybe I'll learn to be a victim of this complex 'system' of thoughts, babies guarding instead of being the guarded," she says. Was there a choice at all? I wonder if this homeless baby will be fatherless-- in a mother-full life. What will this baby think of its mother? Its forever youthful, street living mother...
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Young Mother
I see her baby kicking, and she makes me want to cry. Her teeth so yellow, but her smile so bright, and her stomach so swollen. Her stomach adorns my hand-- There is a slight quake beneath the surface-- reminding me of a bumpy road on a bright yellow school bus. I question the young mother's decision-- if it was a decision at all-- or if it was a consequence or result or bad memory. "Maybe I'll learn to be a victim of this complex 'system' of thoughts, babies guarding instead of being the guarded," she says. Was there a choice at all? I wonder if this homeless baby will be fatherless-- in a mother-full life. What will this baby think of its mother? Its forever youthful, street living mother...
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
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