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Array ( [sid] => 22900 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Step-Dad [time] => 2003-09-08 00:35:00 [hometext] => This is very grotesque, and I thank Butterrat for inspiring me. Like he told me, it's so disturbing because it really happens... I hope it doesn't to myself, or any of you... [bodytext] => “It’s a boy!” She exclaimed,
Happy to be a grandmother.
Although her daughter was only 14,
She would always love her.

She hugged her second husband,
“You’re now a step-grand-dad.”
It would be just like raising
The child they never had.

“Her boyfriend is a sweet heart.
Stepping up to the plate”
The step-dad had to fight
To keep down what he just ate.

“They say the bruises are from the labor.”
She said in pure dismay.
But he knew much better for,
He was there that day.

The day she announced her curse,
To the father she never had.
He accused her of lying,
And hurt her extremely bad.

“You want to have a bay…be..?!”
He screamed in drunken anger,
As he held her premature body down,
And then came inside of her.

If she wasn’t pregnant before,
She was going to be now.
This was not the first time,
Not the only way how…

He went to her room to see her,
“Want to hold your grandchild?”
His hands were badly shaking,
But he nodded and then smiled.

He’d get to watch him grow,
But in secrecy, it’s not fun.
‘Cause there’s something they didn’t know,
The baby in his arms was his son…
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Step-Dad

Contributed by Crys on Monday, 8th September 2003 @ 12:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief

“It’s a boy!” She exclaimed,
Happy to be a grandmother.
Although her daughter was only 14,
She would always love her.

She hugged her second husband,
“You’re now a step-grand-dad.”
It would be just like raising
The child they never had.

“Her boyfriend is a sweet heart.
Stepping up to the plate”
The step-dad had to fight
To keep down what he just ate.

“They say the bruises are from the labor.”
She said in pure dismay.
But he knew much better for,
He was there that day.

The day she announced her curse,
To the father she never had.
He accused her of lying,
And hurt her extremely bad.

“You want to have a bay…be..?!”
He screamed in drunken anger,
As he held her premature body down,
And then came inside of her.

If she wasn’t pregnant before,
She was going to be now.
This was not the first time,
Not the only way how…

He went to her room to see her,
“Want to hold your grandchild?”
His hands were badly shaking,
But he nodded and then smiled.

He’d get to watch him grow,
But in secrecy, it’s not fun.
‘Cause there’s something they didn’t know,
The baby in his arms was his son…

Copyright Â© Crys ... [ 2003-09-08 00:35:00]
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Re: Step-Dad (User Rating: 1 )
by Rage on Monday, 8th September 2003 @ 01:00:30 AM AEST
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Ugh... this sickens me... I mean, don't get me wrong, great poem and all, but... well, you know... People like that are just so horrible. You wonder how they can ever be like that... It's just sick...

...Happier Dayz...
~*~RAGE~*~

Re: Step-Dad (User Rating: 1 )
by Trisha on Monday, 8th September 2003 @ 02:11:57 AM AEST
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Wow you got me on this one. I can say this is sick. I liked it though and it's good.

Re: Step-Dad (User Rating: 1 )
by Kimmie_mac on Monday, 8th September 2003 @ 03:30:39 AM AEST
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This is a great poem. Sadly enough this happens alot.
Kimmie_mac

Re: Step-Dad (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 8th September 2003 @ 04:27:40 AM AEST
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Geez, great poem, but man that was heart wrenching. It pains sometimes the things a person has to go through in life. Great poem it makes my heart and soul weep.

Re: Step-Dad (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 8th September 2003 @ 04:32:27 AM AEST
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Very good writing!
Yes, it happens.
PEACE, JOY, LUV,
emy

Re: Step-Dad (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterat_Zool on Thursday, 11th September 2003 @ 09:18:03 PM AEST
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Thanks for the note at the top there. :-) I like this one a lot too... it reminds me of a kind of Poe-like scenario, like how that man is going to have to grow up and feel the guilt burn him every time he sees his "grand"son... Eventually, he'll go crazy or something... very tell-tale heart. Lots of love, Butterat Zool.

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