Millie

Teenage pregnancy may be a shame,
Thinking of homework then baby names
Lacking the sense of where to go
For Millie, the average “high school h*e”
Dumped by friends as the “dirty sl*g”
Parents consent with the occasional nag
Then doorstep piled with bags of clothes
“Get out of here!” her mother groans
The passing neighbours whisper and stare
An old age pensioner and her husband glares
“Disgusting” says the O.A.P
“I’m glad our daughter weren’t as sick as she”
A hand gesture of the negative command
Leaves Millie alone, three steps from her yard

From trading numbers and kissing cheeks
Leaves Millie vomiting after many weeks
Kept warm in shelter among her variety
Desperate for something, respect from society
But Millie, she was strong as metal
Had hopes and fears but yearned to settle
with someone who she longed to meet
Ian, a boy just from the street
It was then our Lisa had been born
5th of December, ten fingers and all
That Millie died unexpectedly
“Low blood level” said Dr. Sheen
A neighbour said, “At such an age”
Another shrugged, “Teenagers change”
Another murmured, “oh what a wreck,”
Ian said, “HIV, she never checked,”