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2026-08-22
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My Child Shouldn't Go Through All Of This.

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Summary:

An old English Poetry I did back in Eight Grade, now I'm in the Ninth Grade.

"Alright, Grade 8(section name), makinig. You're going to write a Free Verse poem. Sir, about saan ito? Mag-isip kayo ng kahit anong character, or gumawa kayo ng inyong character. Tapos, from our previous lesson of Characterization and Poems, gumawa kayo ng Free Verse na poem tungkol doon sa character nyo mismo. It can be anything, basta character at hindi nyo reflection.

OR, a poem about my OC who had always yearned to be a mother, but of course this world is certainly full of shit. Not only that, she know's she isn't going to be a great mother. But still deeply wants to take care of a child.

Notes:

As the summary said, It's not a full-on reflection about me. I never want to become a mother or any of that shit. I want to be free without being under control of my 'husband'. Or if I'll even try to find one in the future.

Ngl, when I was in the eight grade, I was having so much time strugglign wirting this. I was double checking side by side, and still got a 48/50. 🥹

Also, in ninth grade, I'm still learning about characterization. So yeah

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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I always wondered what It'd be like,

To have a mini version of me. 

I wouldn't be such a great mother.

To let a child let loose in such hell and beasts.

 

It's so selfish of me. It's so selfless of me.

Though, beyond my families eyes,

I've always wanted to become a mother.

Not for riches, not for my pleasure.

But to nourish a soul who's suffering through this world's claws.


Imagine how would it be,

To have a somebody with my traits.

My voice, my heart, my mind.

She'd have it all.

But it's not a luxury.


I'm filled with decay and dirt. The malice of a pigsty.

And I don't want to let my child carry that burden.

How can they bloom while this earth is full of winters?

Winters that would rip them off piece by piece.

 

I'm sorry, my little one.

I wanted to see you bloom. I wanted to see you soar through the sun.

I wanted to see you have my traits and voice. 


 

I'm sorry, my little one. 

I cry for you, my little Georgina.

 



(Overall Grade: 48/50)

 

 

Notes:

As you can fell from my scores im a consistent honor student heh(maybe, maybe not. My english skills are still developing my guys.)