Poestory
The Thing Inside Me Pregnant at fourteen, how could that be? I don’t even remember what happened, Did he even penetrate me? My friends said it was fun, but I can’t remember a thing, I have to ask for forgiveness now, for I committed a sin.
“Before you be a mother be a woman,” The song on the radio played. Can anything else go wrong in my life? And what of the rest of my days?
I am already an outcast. Dear God, why me? Why is this happening? I only kissed him. Such a lonely, shameful place to be.
Finally, the truth is out; I can’t hide it anymore, My dad kicked me out of his house. I’m three months going on four. Before there is a baby, there should be a spouse.
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