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 Posted: Sun Aug 24th, 2008 11:12 am
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Dixie Girl
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the poem your fixin to read is about a teenage girl who went to a party that her folks said she could go to.....before she left her mom told her Don't Drink And Drive and she didnt....she never made it home though........so next time you drint think before you drive cause you dont wanna end up taking someones else's life........



I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink and drive,
So I drank sprite instead.
I felt really proud inside,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing,
I know you're always right.
Now the party is finally ending,
As everyone drives out of sight.
As I got into my car,
I knew I'd get home in one piece,
Because of the way you raised me, Mom,
So responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away,
But as I pulled onto the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And it hit me like a load.
As I lie here on the pavement,
I hear the policeman say,
The other guy is drunk,
And now I'm the one who'll pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom,
I wish you'd get here soon.
How come this happened to me, Mom?
My life burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me,
Most of it is mine.
I hear the paramedic say,
i'll be dead in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom,
The others didn't think.
He didn't know where he was going,
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, Mom,
He drank, and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now,
Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking,
I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying, Mom,
While all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom,
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I get to heaven, Mom,
Write 'Mommy's Girl' on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they'd have take the time,
I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom,
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom,
Because when I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question,
Before I say good-bye.
I didn't ever drink, Mom,
So why am I to die?
This is the end,
I wish I could look you in the eye.
To say these final words, Mom,
I love you, and good-bye

Last edited on Sun Aug 24th, 2008 11:15 am by Dixie Girl



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