NOT MINE BUT FOR YOU TO LEARN

I carelessly took in at the age of sixteen.

What followed was an embarrassment they thought is well deserved by a pregnant teen.

He looked at me and denied

I squeezed my tummy and cried.

I was devastated, humiliated, rejected and embarrassed.

He was my first love but in his heart I’m the last.

He suggested I abort it.

But what if I don’t take in again till I’m forty?

I lost my father’s love.

Mother hated me to crown it all.

It was obvious I failed.

I disappointed everyone but why won’t the father of my child reply my mail?

I wanted to jump into an ocean.

But thought it would be a bigger sin than abortion.

Looking at me he saw a local illiterate.

I had a vision but teenage pregnancy reduced my rate.

He was wrong but I begged just to give my child a father.

His reply was, “marrying you will make life harder”

Still desperate, I went to see his mother.

She asked, “how sure are you that my son is the father?”

That was not what got my joy to scatter.

Look at the matter that made me sadder.

She said I’m a useless daughter.

I became a topic for their laughter

I thought about Pampers, milk and hanger.

Perturbed about hunger,

Cried and prayed it becomes better.

Friends turned to haters.

I was broken and shattered.

Looking pale and tattered.

This is my anger,

I wouldn’t have been bitter if I did not tamper.

Now I’m a single mother.

Note, I did not put to bed in a manger.

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