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Age Fifteen and pregnant.
Feeling the young one inside of me move.
Knowing I'm still a young one myself.
These are the things I wake up to every day.

Loving someone who will never love me in return.
Losing myself in the drama of this life.
Being unable to raise the child who should be able to rely on me.
These are my curses.

Knowing that everything that I've listed I brought on myself.
That is what gives me the strength to try to make it right.

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  • Wandering Woodchuck silver member
    September 6

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    This is a good poem. It is matter-of-fact and honest. The last two lines do indeed show wisdom and maturity far beyond your years. I like that you have accepted responsibility for your actions and found inner strength. I think your child is lucky to have a mother like you.

    Mike

  • no-knowing
    March 16

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    so mature,so young

    GOD BLESS YOU MY CHILD! I am praying for you.I am here for you if you need some one to talk to.YOU know I care what happens to you and your furture.Iwill pray for you and the life inside you!


  • Reanna Eryn
    March 16
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    Sad. Teenage pregnancy is tragic, sad...