-- Posted by fpoon at 2:11 pm on July 8, 2008 So here's a poem I wrote out of boredom. I came across a picture today buried under birthdays holidays days I can't remember or just don't want to It was a picture of a room All decked out in light pink with frills everywhere and a banner that said it all And I thought to myself What about the unborn me? Would she be like me? talk like me? walk like me act like me not care like me? or would she be different would she make the same mistakes day after day hour after hour would she have the power to rise above? to take a stand to take note and make a difference Would she live for herself, or everyone else would she occupy her mind with the times and pointless crimes of civilization would she be oppressed supressed distressed stuck waist deep in the mess or would she stand back and let it all fall down around her would she make me proud would she be loud if something wasn't right or fair stand up and take charge or be charged? then I thought to myself What about me? would I make her proud? 16, bold on a five year plan out of high school I've done my time, but I still have more to do would I make her proud? would she see me at school run up and hug me or turn the other way pretend I don't exist pretend I have no say So I say to all you out there trying to be someone your not letting the bad things slide trying to get an easy ride Life is tough and if you don't step up and make a name and do it right then you be just like me I wouldn't make her proud but that can change. -- Posted by BeX2506 at 2:15 pm on July 8, 2008 Im confused :( -- Posted by fpoon at 2:20 pm on July 8, 2008 its a poem.