Iām nineteen and pregnant,
And all I can think about
Is how my mother will react.
I know sheās going to shout.
I know sorry wont fix anything,
But maybe this baby will be a good thing.
I will love my son endlessly.
Who cares if I donāt have a wedding ring?
I see the looks of disgust Iām given
When I walk into the store.
I will simply smile and wave,
Although their behaviour shook me to the core.
What has the world come to?
Why canāt people just be kind?
These are the people that motivate me
To teach my son how to have an open mind.
Thankfully, with (some) family and friends by my side,
My fears are quickly assuaged.
I know I will make mistakes along the way.
Hell, some may think I have already.
Is that your comments are really unnecessary.
Why donāt you send positivity instead?
I couldāve really used it.
All I needed was a friendly smile
When I thought I was going to lose it.
āWait- how old are you?ā
Is the never-ending question.
I always look away as I answer.
I donāt want to see your facial expression.
I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.
Never has my heart felt so divided
With a mixture of anxiety and joy.
I still get looks when I go out with my baby.
I cringe when they ask if heās my brother.
Iām quite offended and utterly embarrassed
As I quietly whisper āNo. Iām his mother.ā
Please donāt judge me as a mum,
Iām just as qualified as you.
Yes, Iām young and had āso much ahead of me,ā
But my dreams I still pursue.
My son has not āruined my life.ā
Heās actually opened my eyes.
For now I see roses where there were once weeds
And my happiness has reached an all time high.
Society has taught me to be ashamed.
Why? I am rich in happiness and health.
Iāve let my insecurities go now,
For I am unapologetically myself.