Pregnant

by Katey Metcalf   Jun 7, 2006


What am I supposed to do
while I sit here and think through and through
do I sit her for 9 months and have it,
I just cant stand it,
my baby needs a father,
im only 15 and hes even younger,
he knows what happened,
but he wont except,
so I wept my self to sleep,
no one heard me weep,
do I have an abortion,
I cant its mine,
my flesh and blood,
so as I sit here and think of whats inside of me,
I just remember happiness is the key,
the key to knowing that u are gonna raise something beautiful,
something thatâ??s urâ??s and no one elses.

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