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Love versus Hate

By jcwatson1979

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On a windy winter dayA hospital admits two new mothersOne happily married The other single and only sixteenThe married mother had a baby boyThe young and single mother had a girlThey named the boy DevonThe baby had curly black hair and blue eyesHe held his mother's heart in his tiny handsAnd was the apple of his daddy's eyeThey could not wait to take their bundle of joy homeShe named her little girl StormyTo represent the storms she was facing At this time in her lifeHer parents had kicked her outShe had no place that her little girl could call homeTears welled up in her eyes as she looked at her babyAll alone she had no idea what she was going to doDevon had a happy childhoodWhen ever he was hurt He was cuddled and lovedEvery comfort possible was given too himStormy had a firghtening childhoodWhen ever she was hurtShe could not go to her motherFor her step-father slapped herAnd told her to stop being a babyAll Devon ever heard was words of loveStormy just heard words of hate and frustartionDevon was told to be anything he wanted to beStormy was just told to hurry and grow upSo she could be out of the wayWhen Devon turned sixteen He told his parents that he was going to be a doctorThey hugged him And had smiles of pride and joy on their facesTheir little boy was growing upStormy was now sixteenBut she would not live to be another year olderIt was her birthdayAnd she was all aloneAll her life she was either aloneOr was being abusedMaking the decision that she could not take any moreStormy walked into the kitchen and picked up the knifeAnd quickly ended her lifeDevon went to his parentsAnd gave them a hug of gratitudeHe thanked them for telling him to be anything he wanted to beDevon had just graduated valedictorian from medical schoolAnd was going on to be a surgeonTwo different storiesTwo different familiesEach ended in two different waysDevon was given loveStormy was given hateThere is only one regret in the scheme of thingsNo one will be able to find out what Stormy could have beenIf only she had been given loveInstead of hate Written July 26th, 2001 © on Jul 26 2001 02:55 PM PST, Jeanette Watson   0 • 10

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"On a windy winter dayA hospital admits two new mothersOne happily married The other single and only sixteenThe married mother had a baby boyThe young and single mother had a girlThey named the boy DevonThe baby had curly black hair and blue eyesHe held his mother's heart in his tiny handsAnd was the apple of his daddy's eyeThey could not wait to take their bundle of joy homeShe named her little girl StormyTo represent the storms she was facing At this time in her lifeHer parents had kicked her outShe had no place that her little girl could call homeTears welled up in her eyes as she looked at her babyAll alone she had no idea what she was going to doDevon had a happy childhoodWhen ever he was hurt He was cuddled and lovedEvery comfort possible was given too himStormy had a firghtening childhoodWhen ever she was hurtShe could not go to her motherFor her step-father slapped herAnd told her to stop being a babyAll Devon ever heard was words of loveStormy just heard words of hate and frustartionDevon was told to be anything he wanted to beStormy was just told to hurry and grow upSo she could be out of the wayWhen Devon turned sixteen He told his parents that he was going to be a doctorThey hugged him And had smiles of pride and joy on their facesTheir little boy was growing upStormy was now sixteenBut she would not live to be another year olderIt was her birthdayAnd she was all aloneAll her life she was either aloneOr was being abusedMaking the decision that she could not take any moreStormy walked into the kitchen and picked up the knifeAnd quickly ended her lifeDevon went to his parentsAnd gave them a hug of gratitudeHe thanked them for telling him to be anything he wanted to beDevon had just graduated valedictorian from medical schoolAnd was going on to be a surgeonTwo different storiesTwo different familiesEach ended in two different waysDevon was given loveStormy was given hateThere is only one regret in the scheme of thingsNo one will be able to find out what Stormy could have beenIf only she had been given loveInstead of hate..."

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