I’m nineteen and pregnant,
And all I can think about
Is how my mother will react.
I know she’s 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 don’t have a wedding ring?
I see the looks of disgust I’m 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 can’t 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 don’t you send positivity instead?
I could’ve really used it.
All I needed was a friendly smile
When I thought I was going to lose it.
Is the never-ending question.
I always look away as I answer.
I don’t 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 he’s my brother.
I’m quite offended and utterly embarrassed
As I quietly whisper “No. I’m his mother.”
Please don’t judge me as a mum,
I’m just as qualified as you.
Yes, I’m young and had “so much ahead of me,”
But my dreams I still pursue.
My son has not “ruined my life.”
He’s 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.
I’ve let my insecurities go now,
For I am unapologetically myself.