She looks up at me from the
Stroller, eyes wide open as
If she's never seen a shaved
Head before.
I'm guessing it's the head.

The tram is packed full of people,
And my country boy soul cringes
At the touch and smell of a
Hundred strangers.
So I focus on the little angel princess
Strapped gently to her

Throne on wheels, and in the
Vast space that our eyes meeting
Creates, I breathe pure, fresh air.
The tram is a hall we have to
Ourselves, and I'd trek to
The end of the universe

To find the last piece of candy
In existence, just to return,
Travel worn and outer space
Accustomed, just to place it
In her tiny hands
In gratitude.

There's this matter that i want to discuss. It seems like being a young mother is cool these days but marriage still isn't completely legal for gays. What makes it right, that a 16 year old should be waking up to a crying baby at night...They're babies themselves. Something with that just isn't right. Dont get me wrong, abortion is wrong and we should abort the ability of abortion. but Why are 14 15 16 year olds even having ***....?? Should we blame the parents, should we blame society, should we blame the schools who dont give us enough education on *** and all of the bad side affects? I mean, my mother was a young mother herself and with me being the 3rd child, she had to do it all by herself. The struggles of being a mother and her oldest being a daughter her perception of life had to alter. 21 years later and my mother and sister are both considered my mother... Its a topic that doesn't get stressed but none of us would be here, if we practice safe ***. Condoms are the protection of our loves affection but most people don't get the expression. Parental discretion, while she's pushing a stroller she never learned the lesson, so her friends are going out every night while she's at home stressin. So she cries to her mother while the baby cries to his mother... hmmm the irony. Im not trying to preach... just trying to teach. So take the time to listen to me speak. 10 minutes of pleasure and 9 months of pain.. 16 and pregnant, what does that show have to gain. To let young people have babies for fame. Its such a shame. So protect yourself, educate yourself, respect yourself, and don't become a statistic to the worlds misfits.

What is your biggest fear? Growing up, my biggest fear was the dark. I used to hate it when i was younger. Not being able to see whats around you just makes your mind go crazy. As I got older I realized there were no such thing as monsters in the dark. I eventually found comfort in the darkness and it became peaceful. My next fear became girls. They had cooties, no one wants to get cooties! As that little phase passed, i feared talking to girls. Knowing what to say, my first crush, butterflies in my stomach, asking a girl to prom... It was a scary time for a boy my age. Soon that passed and I had my first girlfriend. I made her cry when i told her i didn't like her anymore and laughed about it with friends after. These were things 16 year olds did. I no longer had fears for much, i had to start being a man and men don't fear anything, so they say. As I got older I hurt more girls and laughed it off. I was raised by women and taught to never hurt one but my friends wouldn't think that was cool. I matured and realized the worth of a woman. Realized that in my younger years I should have treated them as if they were nothing less then perfection. So here i am, soon to be 23 years old. A man with no fears they say. What is your biggest fear? My biggest fear is that one day I may have a daughter. That one day i might have to wipe the tears away from her face that some guy put there. And one day i will tell her it will be okay. That its just a phase. Guys will be guys. My biggest fear it that one day i will have to wipe the tears away from my daughters eyes.

Ahead.
Hey it's _
Give me a call I'm
At the firefly I
Dont know Where
Ocean people are so
Have a good issue I
Was going to be
Beautiful.

Alright make sure you
Press the pictures
From the later...

you asked her to stay
but in return you heard a howl
you looked up and there she was
eternally fleeting
perpetually out of grasp
for you were an anchor and she was a kite
she wouldnt stay but she always came back
for she is the wind
and you the earth.

Snowy egrets, pure,
Stoic, white statues of grace,
  .  .  .  Digging in the muck.