If I were pregnant

I’d probably die

If I was pregnant

I’d cry and cry.

I’d never go and have it removed

Those are not my beliefs

I’d never do anything to harm it

If I did, I would never sleep.

The guilt would eat at me

Drive me insane

Make me lose my mind

I’d never be the same.

I’ve never given myself to anyone

So I have no worries

I’m waiting for that special man

But trust me I’m in no hurry.

I see young girls my age

They have babies now

I know they must feel watched

Called names and talked bad about.

I feel for them

Their in a tight spot

They can’t pretend

Their babies are not.

It was in a moment of weakness

That they gave in

Now they raise their children

With or without “him.”

So I dedicate this poem

To young unwed mothers

Don’t judge them

Because it could have been you.