My Baby's Face. Poem by iesha wilborn
My Baby's Face.
I look into my daughter's eyes, I know I want the best for her but, being with me it might be hell.I suffer myself.Why bother to let her suffer.I cry because she's my first love.I enhance my dignity to be bold to let her beauty go.To let me, go within the spirit I dare to let her be free.
Monday, April 20, 2009
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