teen pregnancy

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He spots Her; She notices. He's so fucking hot! She's so damn fine! They meet, they flirt, they hit it off. The pups develop "feelings" for eachother. They hook up, date and fuck.
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How is our baby bear? Is it healthy is it strong? For you two I'll never cease to care I don't care if chasing you is wrong You are worth the world   I wrote the poem to my ex
I knew it when she touched your shoulder And I Walked into the public bathroom alone And the distinct smell of Urine and nail polish remover filled Me with a sense of urgency to Finish quickly
I have a few questions; I don't understand.
It's crazy to think… I'll love you ‘til the last breath in me And yet I hate that I love you so. I’ll ride or die ‘til the end of night,
Ivy is born in the Bronx At 6:04 A.M. She enters the world wailing, Falling flat against grimy bathtub in her grandfather’s basement.
In a loveless patch the seed was sown A barren field of thorn Then tears rained down from Heaven's face Where heavy hearts have scorn
Your aspirations hang onto me like wishes Swelling the stalks of dandelions They are carrying themselves on the hope That silver frosted florets can make it to life   You offered up your dreams
Heart beating to the tune of your immituraty Every song out there that makes you think The rough and tumble life at an early age Is worth your life   2 weeks pass, 
She's 16 with big dreams Feeling like she on top of the world Met a guy who makes her heart sing He asks her if she's ready for the next step Past hugging, kissing and touching he ready for The next step she agrees
Lonely is not a word that I like to hear,  it echos in the vast silences that are filled by lies,  Lonely is a storm shadow cast over an empty jungle gym,  
It will be hard and there will be doubt but you don’t give up. You are weak to the words of the wise around you and second-guess yourself.
The girl with the corn flower hair called to me on the summer wind And begged me for a favor Tell no one where I have been this eve and whom these hands have held And in return I promise you a reward most vied to savor.
This is the only way you could love me With my rotting body and frozen heart.  
Great night for fireworks
Buttons pop off seam by seamNo baby this is not a dream Chest bearing chestHe is trying to make sure that is is the best Belt unbuckles , pants hit the groundOh now you must know its going down
You think you're ready, but you're not. All you think is, 'this is hot'. You don't understand, the consequences, when you don't put up those fences.
Maybe things would have been different if we were not in high school, if her age ended in -ty instead of -teen...
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
Maybe if you didnt tell us sex was the be all, end all Maybe the sucubus  wouldn't have such an intoxicating call Maybe if  you helped us understand and not just say "It's wrong"
A mother with youth carries youth, forced with abuse to love or to hate left in abortion clinics in terrible mental state. So now she’s a statistic left in the darkness to fix her mistake. Or create,
Dear 14 and 15 and 16 and 17 and 18 and 19 year old parents, Please. Gather with me and listen. I expect intelligence, I know many of you are not stupid. I'm weary of those who I've noticed are not so much so.
Hush, little baby, don't you cry, because you could never be as scared as I. Once upon I time I had dreams, now I lie awake and listen to your screams. Please, baby, your mommy always loves you
you think you know the future what's coming, what's going, what's approaching - you think you know the little secrets the little lies aren't news to you - you think maybe you can outrun it
You keep it or let it go  Some keep it to themselves for no one to know You call up your man to tell him the news Next time you call he won't pick up cuz " He doesn't wanna deal with your issues"
Should I write you letters, or a post card maybe.. Do you even listen to me, or do you choose to make me wait? Dear God, are you listening? I can hear it's heartbeat, can you hear mine too?
To my anonymous adolescent, I’m sorry. Sorry for suppressing your existence and never giving you the chance to clock in and serve your time here on this earth.
I left the birthing house a while ago. A haven of mournful mothers and cries of new breaths pierced the air— absent the slap of fathers.  
The only thing I'm good at is being banged in bed sheets over the head Bodies touch emotions would rush but there's none No passion no good reason or ration Just for money to blow, a high rate hoe
You aren't ready. I know you aren't. You feel as if you have to say yes or you'll be the laughing stock of the school. They'll call you a prude. They'll say you aren't "down". Does it really matter? I Mean it's just high school, right?
In my belly lies a body A body that breathes Every breath Inhale Exhale A breath that yearns for life A life that yearns to breathe Wondering What kind of person will I be?
Oh dear you’re the nearest to my heart, And I swear I’ll never let them tear us apart, Some say what has happened is wrong, But somehow this is going to turn out right, Just one night has forever changed my life,
He smiles so cute you caught his eye. The butterflies start to fly. Innocent and young your first date. Excited and scared you can't wait.
She sighed in despair after an anxious await For a phone call from her latest mistake. Rejected again for a night with the guys She sits home alone and puts up with his lies.
The feeling of pressure amongst a couple The constant arguing and bickering, Their relationship being put to the test Their happy world starting to crash
Baby Just one little word Replays through my mind It engulfs me Baby baby baby I hear it all around They point and stare Their mouths agape Baby baby baby How did this happen?
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