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Young girl
Playing with her dolls-
Pretending as her babies
Singing a lullaby
For them to silently fell asleep
Waking them up...feeding...caring...
Acting as a mother...
But,that was before
Now,a young lady
A woman
Only at sixteen
Carrying another life
Life of unexpected reasons
Product of violence and ignorance
A young single mother
Just playing a while ago
Now,PREGNANT!
Carrying a baby
It's not just a play
It's not just a game
Fear,Fright,Disappointment,
Shock and Tears
Fill your whole being
Now,you're a mother
A mother of your own flesh
A mother of your own blood
Now, are you ready to fed him up?
Sing a lullaby for him?
Care for him?
And die for him?
You're not just playing right now...
Wake up!
Because it's for real!



**MOM,I'M PREGNANT! Contest


Philippine Teenage Pregnancy Statistics


Statistics show that every year at least 64,000 teenagers have abortions, and those 
are statistics from a country where abortion is illegal, yet we claim we are Catholics, 
who are preserving and valuing life. Abortions. Do these teens know they are killing 
a human? They might or they might not, or they might just pretend they do not 
know. But how did abortion come into the picture? How did abortion even become an 
option? Fear. Fear of being unaccepted, fear of the unknown, and lots and lots of 
fear. Will no one stand up and lend an ear to just listen to what these teens are 
experiencing? Just how many more girls are getting rid of their babies? How many 
girls die by trying to kill their unborn child? How many babies will have to lose their 
life because no one listens?

We might say that the pregnancy of these teenagers is just the mere result of the 
gratification of sexual urges. Yes we might say that. That pregnancy would not occur 
if studies had been prioritized instead of the relationship of the opposite sex. That if 
there were no premarital sex (PMS), there would be no pregnancy. On one simple 
glance, we would judge these teenagers guilty. Period. But have we even asked 
ourselves if we have the right to judge? Were we there when these teens were 
growing up? Were we even present when these teens cried out for love when they 
were still kids? Were we there to witness how their concept of love metamorphoses 
into sex and there was no one to correct this wrong concept? My point is, were not 
there and we do not know. What right do we have to judge?
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