December 13, 2010
I hear a sigh,
I hear a cry.

Exausted teen mother,
Abused little brother.

Each sigh,each cry,
I feel is mine.

Each parent,
Each child,
None quite so mild,
As the child growing inside.

I hear a sigh,
I don't realize it's mine.

I start to cry.

No one else knows,
What, inside me, grows.

Not the father,
not my parents.

I am alone.

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