Troubled
Who's baby is it? It's Malik's baby. No it's Tyrone's baby.
What am I going to do? I can abort this baby
Or bring it into a financially unstable family
But I mean my baby gon' be cute
Malik and Tyrone always had that "good hair"
Should I have it then give it up for adoption?
No, I can't.
The pain of giving a piece of myself to some strangers is something I can't deal with
Where am I going to live?
My mother won't give me the time of day.
I can hear her Guyanese accent now
"Go down di street to di shelter, I cyan't deal wit dis"
When did the condom slip off?
Maybe on the corner of lack of common sense and stupid
Wait! I don't even remember a condom being on
I mean I trusted both of them and they wanted to feel all of me.
Who could blame em'?
But why did this happen to me? I don't deserve this.
I pray every night to the Lord and this burden has come upon me.
Okay, Okay
How can I solve this?
No sex? Nope.
Will I ever learn?
Great poem. It is definitely a wake-up call for the youths of this generation: Stay away from sex, or if you want it so bad, use some protection.
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