Teen Pregnacy
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I keep telling myself that it's all going to be okay,
I keep saying it's going to get better with each day.
But its all a lie.
How can I move on when I caused you to die?
Isn't it funny,
How the same girls who just "turnt up"
Can be the same girls,
Who call a pregnant teen a "slut",
Or how the same guys,
Who urge their buddies to go have sex,
What happened to back in the day,
when the grown men would teach the younger ones to behave.
But now we look around,
and men of all ages and races have their pants to the ground.
But thats my generation.
Little hands they have, my sister
Born from Mountains and blackest coal
Created by those that so proud, dig
for righteous living in dark holes
Little minds they say, my brother
Sick to your stomach
Waiting for the morning
Hiding the box
And that protruding stomach.
They said it was best in the morning
And though you want accuracy
It is terrifying to wait.
"The answer's contraception"
That's all you hear today.
Or "Just get an abortion -
This thing is in the way"
They act like they're our saviors,
And everyone's best friend.
But they sanction poor behavior
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why do you so desperately seek attention?
I just want to gather you all for an intervention
It's a problem--- Epidemic
"Is it so hard to say no?" She asked me
with tears in my eyes, a mommy to be
I gasp for air, the stench of remorse
decisions iv made behind closed doors
lead me only to this point of time in my life
I was thinking of you today,
Of who you might have been
About your laugh and smile
And rocking you in the den
There she is
The kid on her hip
I hold her outstretched hand
It's been too long, she says,
A smile in her eyes
I fake a smile back
Inside I feel sorrow
A hole in my heart
A baby bump at only sixteen,
A fake smile that tries to cover the frowns
And the regret that lies between
The what ifs of that night with the alcohol that drowns.
