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May 2013
I’m sitting in the doctors office
I wait to hear the news
I hope what the doctors says is nice
And what will I choose

Than a nurse smiles at me
She says the doctor has your results
I hope that god heard my plea
I wasn’t even really an adult yet

The doctor looked at me with a straight face
He said its positive
They both stared as if I had no grace
It was just one time being active

My parents said they were ashamed
They thought they raised me better
They said I was all to be blamed
I guess this is my debtor

I told him
He just said it isn’t his
How could he be so grim
I don’t think I can take this

I told my friends
They just looked at me and shook there heads
I wish I hadn’t tried to follow the trend
I wish I was dead

Its been nine months
I am sitting in the hospital
Its the seventh
I didn’t really want to be here at all

They are telling me to push now
It hurts so bad
This process is so slow
Than I was no longer sad

I seen her little face
She was the most beautiful thing I ever seen
I was wrapped in her embrace
Even though I was only seventeen
Heather Wright
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