One : night Two : drinks Three : words, I love you
One : morning after pill Two : times no period Three : words, not my child
They all say, just get it taken care of And by get it taken care of They don't mean to care for it, But to get rid of it / her / him... Me
Time ticks faster The stares linger Longer Judging eyes gawk at one But sees two Wagging tongues race to spread Their supposed never - ending knowledge of my story Faster Forcing me to embrace the shame Like a coat to warm my growing belly Growing Growing life Replacing life Demanding my four-year-plan to master a disappearing act
Just like mother Listening to lust-filled lies of love Love that won't help me Love that mocks me Love that scorns the ground that I trudge my heavy laden body of two To The Women's Centre Love that can't take me back to my high school Love that won't pay for it's future/ his future/ her future My future Just like father My coat of shame gets heavier on my stretched skin
They say you might get sick They say you could die They say I might get sick They say I could die They say the mortality rate is higher Because the age is lower Will we survive? Survive the pain of growing Survive the pain of coming outside our wombs(shelter) Survive the looks, the talks, the lack
One : cry Two : undone hearts Three : steps trudged forward
This poem is based on some of the challenges that teenage mothers face during their time of pregnancy. ( I might do a revised version of it ... Maybe)