Seventeen

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Her belly grows and grows,

but nobody knows.

Sweatshirts are too small,

the inevitable becomes

apparent.

Waddles through hallways,

up flights of stairs,

back aches.

Cries herself to sleep.

Prayers

for a way out,

lost, though,

in a world full of

temptation.

 

Little baby grows

And grows

but still,

nobody knows.

Suspicion arises

And her charade comes to an

end.

 

Disappointment does not

help

anything.

It's there

regardless..

 

Now

on her own

little baby in her

belly.

 

lives in poverty

working all day and night

to support herself and

the baby in her

belly. 

 

The day arrives

the baby in her

belly

is born.

 

To a shell

of a girl.

Seventeen years old.  

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