I find it a little hard to breath
As I pace around the room
My mind is racing like a jockey on a horse
What will my father think of me?
How will my mother's friends treat her?
It feels like my heart has sank like the Titanic
I have this huge lump in my troat
I feel like busting into tears
It is not much longer until my parents get home from work
I sit for the rest of the time
I stare out the window as I watch the neighbor kids play outside
"How could I let this happen?"
I ask myself
I hear the door open
I turn to see my parents
Oh no
I can feel my warm tears
Crawl out of my eyes
I call my parents over
I can tell they are worried
Who wouldn't be?
Coming home from work to see their baby girl crying
I don't know how to tell them
So I ask them if we can play 20 questions
I just confused them but they agreed
It took them 7 guesses to get it right
I feel ashamed
My reputation is ruined
My daddy curls me up in his arms
I am glad for that
His warm embrace reminds me that I am still loved
My mommy kisses my forehead as if I am still her little princess
I am glad my parents understood
Now how will my peers view me?
They will call me things
Nasty things
Whore, slut, hooker,
Just to name a few
They probably ask me if I will get on tv
They don't understand that this is serious
I have another life to think about
Because I am pregnant
Yes, I am a teen mom
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