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baby born
her eyes so brown and big
she's like a baby doll
mother and father rock baby back and forth
if only she was born in a country,who didnt have these diseases
her mother cries
she is so weak
how can she provide for this baby
her life seems so bleak
her father is heart broken
he goes to see the witch docter
she'll know what to do
she throws some dust
and she speaks slow
'wife 'ad aids she did she did'
father weeps
'baby 'as too ar yes 'e only way for 'tis is to...'
and the father leaves
his head filled with confusion
but it is the best idea
..to pass the disease on
he waits till baby older
shes growing gorgous
her eyes so big and brown
you could swear she was a baby doll
9 months,time is running out
it is time
he waits while mother goes to sleep
and he stripes down
and baby is smiling,maybe just wind
and he rapes her repeatedly
through out the night
baby is silent
baby is still
father finishes
and he goes to sleep with mother
doesnt know,that prince is on his way..
next day
the prince comes
he is looking round the village
the sights that fill his eyes
make him weep
but when he comes to baby
he is shocked
she is in mothers arms
he scoops her up
and she is so still
her eyes bright and brown
round and gorgous
*but father knows they have lost that innocent gleam*
prince asks,why is she so still
the people answer
her father raped her to pass on the aids
the baby stares on
her little innocent soul has been raped
not only by disease, but by thilfy rape
the prince places her back in mothers arms
and he has t leave
to tell the world
that this musnt go on
his soul is filled with heart ache
his eyes are flowing with sorrow
for little baby doll...

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baby doll

Contributed by Hannah_Heaven on Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 11:17:46 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

mother pants
baby born
her eyes so brown and big
she's like a baby doll
mother and father rock baby back and forth
if only she was born in a country,who didnt have these diseases
her mother cries
she is so weak
how can she provide for this baby
her life seems so bleak
her father is heart broken
he goes to see the witch docter
she'll know what to do
she throws some dust
and she speaks slow
'wife 'ad aids she did she did'
father weeps
'baby 'as too ar yes 'e only way for 'tis is to...'
and the father leaves
his head filled with confusion
but it is the best idea
..to pass the disease on
he waits till baby older
shes growing gorgous
her eyes so big and brown
you could swear she was a baby doll
9 months,time is running out
it is time
he waits while mother goes to sleep
and he stripes down
and baby is smiling,maybe just wind
and he rapes her repeatedly
through out the night
baby is silent
baby is still
father finishes
and he goes to sleep with mother
doesnt know,that prince is on his way..
next day
the prince comes
he is looking round the village
the sights that fill his eyes
make him weep
but when he comes to baby
he is shocked
she is in mothers arms
he scoops her up
and she is so still
her eyes bright and brown
round and gorgous
*but father knows they have lost that innocent gleam*
prince asks,why is she so still
the people answer
her father raped her to pass on the aids
the baby stares on
her little innocent soul has been raped
not only by disease, but by thilfy rape
the prince places her back in mothers arms
and he has t leave
to tell the world
that this musnt go on
his soul is filled with heart ache
his eyes are flowing with sorrow
for little baby doll...

Copyright © Hannah_Heaven ... [ 2004-09-22 11:17:46]
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Re: baby doll (User Rating: 1 )
by wikedladi on Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 11:26:28 AM AEST
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Your poem is very touching, its a horrible thing to read let alone live throw or see with your own eyes, keep up the writting!

Re: baby doll (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 11:36:45 AM AEST
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it's a very sick pom if you ask me...
and yaeah, this shouldn't happen, especially not to a defencless little baby, but i see where you're comming from along the lines of, ''it still does hppen though!''
it's wrong!
it's sick!
what inspired you to write it?

Re: baby doll (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 11:49:22 AM AEST
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Very sad, horrible vivid reflection of what goes on in this world of ours, the truth veil within each word, so many tears yet never enough for all the pain out there.
Beautifully written about a touchy subject some prefer to stay hidden not all just some.

Re: baby doll (User Rating: 1 )
by alecfernadez on Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 12:47:34 PM AEST
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very brave to come up with something this contreversial, it is quite a poignant write, and you use direct imagery to shock the reader, to inspire feelings of hate for the father. However even though he is filled with sorrow, one cannot feel pity for him. As advice as a fairly grafic writer myself, the best fear is suggestion, because whats more frightening is the imagery the reader can create out of imagination to fill in the blanks. Anyway this is a laudable write, good form, even though some bits do not fit, however it effictivly moves, shocks and sickens the reader. The fact is this is a fact of life, some people who've read this have lived through it (maybe not so young), and you rely on this to strengthen the emotional pain in the poem, and that works very well. Keep up the great work
ATF

Re: baby doll (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Thursday, 30th September 2004 @ 09:10:24 PM AEST
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Oh My God Hannah, I read not too long ago, that things like this are happening, and that no one seems to care...........Oh God in Heaven please bring and End! Also about all the babies that are born with Aids....and then left to die because their mothers died with the same disease! Just Ghastly, and abhorrent. This was a horrid poem, but need to be told. Courageous Write.......thanks to you!
ConSue

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