Teenage Pregnancy

By Eric Kawa

Today, tears fall my eyes
Yesterday what I abandoned was advice
I am worried about the future
The perpetrator a lost treasure

 The future is bleak
 I am but a freak
My parents have disowned me
Among my friends I can’t be

My pride I’ve lost
A burden I’ve got
My life is now short

Nine months of injury
A bundle of sorrow
I’ll get tomorrow
Oh help me God

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