Young, youthful
Those two little lines,
Showing my whole life, changing, growing.
Life will never be the same
My mind racing a million thoughts
What do I tell my parents?
Will they let me stay?
Running, running, running
Running, shaking, AHHH!
Having to tell someone
He has to understand
This life does not fit me.
Abortion is not an option
He has to know how I feel
How this could change both of our lives?
Running, running, running
Speaking, crying, weeping
Telling him scared me
But he understood me and my decision
We have to keep it
I could not kill a soul, a real person
He tells me we have to tell our parents
We argue, but I know he is right
Suddenly my future does not look so bright
Screaming, yelling, leaving
My parents do not understand
They do not want me anymore
This hurts my heart
I have to be out in a week
But where do I go?
His parents do not get it
But they love him and his mom knows how I feel
We a have a place to live, this lovely home
My child will be safe, in my humble self
Beginning, mending, saving
The pain runs me down
But that little boy’s life, so precious
I see his dark, hazel eyes, full of life
He seems so peaceful
But I know my life gets crazy
My mom comes to see what I am becoming
Her little girl so grown up
Our trust must grow back and I know it will take time.
My life needs some saving
This is going to be the start of something new.
By Samantha S. (2012)
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