Teen Pregnancy
month one
i'm sixteen
holding a pink strip
grasping onto the counter
for support
i call him up
bearing the wonderful news
month two
i'm excited
seems so easy
cravings and spastic PMS
I swoon to you everyday
your dad smiling
his own teenage smile
month three
i'm scared
the doctors gave the first medical bill
your dad's left
running from the realization
that’s sinking in as you stick out
so now i'm on my own
holding onto my mothers hand
as she slowly turns her head in shame
month four
i'm learning
my baby girl
your getting so big
and a burden
music seems to stop you from kicking
so i'm picking up piano again
month five
i'm hurting
my hands are constantly
caressing your cage
or holding my aching back
i've been kicked out of school
because people talk
and get the wrong impressions
month six
i'm praying
morning sickness is
unbearable, i cant breathe
at times when you
wrestle and tug on my
innards, i want to
pop as you grow larger and
more healthy
month seven
i'm enduring... painfully
i'm crying myself
to sleep because you
fuss
mother's left me too and
now its me and
you darling
your dad saw
us in the store and
even offered to
help me with
your bills promising
he could be
there when i burst
i don’t know if i
can believe
him
month eight
i'm striving
bed rest
is a miserable
thing that keeps
hurting me more not
helping, i keep music
playing all the
time, your dad
has been here so
far, fearing as i
do about how horrid
i feel now
contractions are
beginning and are
painful to cry
through, its
time
month nine
i'm cradling
you in my arms
whispering your name
again and again
i'm sixteen
your zero
were a pair
that will stick together
through thick and thin
white and black
because your my baby girl
my Elizabeth.
month one
i'm sixteen
holding a pink strip
grasping onto the counter
for support
i call him up
bearing the wonderful news
month two
i'm excited
seems so easy
cravings and spastic PMS
I swoon to you everyday
your dad smiling
his own teenage smile
month three
i'm scared
the doctors gave the first medical bill
your dad's left
running from the realization
that’s sinking in as you stick out
so now i'm on my own
holding onto my mothers hand
as she slowly turns her head in shame
month four
i'm learning
my baby girl
your getting so big
and a burden
music seems to stop you from kicking
so i'm picking up piano again
month five
i'm hurting
my hands are constantly
caressing your cage
or holding my aching back
i've been kicked out of school
because people talk
and get the wrong impressions
month six
i'm praying
morning sickness is
unbearable, i cant breathe
at times when you
wrestle and tug on my
innards, i want to
pop as you grow larger and
more healthy
month seven
i'm enduring... painfully
i'm crying myself
to sleep because you
fuss
mother's left me too and
now its me and
you darling
your dad saw
us in the store and
even offered to
help me with
your bills promising
he could be
there when i burst
i don’t know if i
can believe
him
month eight
i'm striving
bed rest
is a miserable
thing that keeps
hurting me more not
helping, i keep music
playing all the
time, your dad
has been here so
far, fearing as i
do about how horrid
i feel now
contractions are
beginning and are
painful to cry
through, its
time
month nine
i'm cradling
you in my arms
whispering your name
again and again
i'm sixteen
your zero
were a pair
that will stick together
through thick and thin
white and black
because your my baby girl
my Elizabeth.
Note; yes, I realize that my I's arent capitlized. It's supposed to be that way. Thanks for reading, hope for feedback seeing as how this is my first poem posted.