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Now, my story is not a fun one
Nor does it make much sense
For, at times, it’s quite confusing
But it goes a little like this:
I feel in love at a young age
When I was just fifteen
I didn’t listen to my friends’ advice;
My boyfriend, I continued to see.
He was cold and hateful towards me
And could always throw a good punch
We’d viciously fight before school
But he’d apologize before lunch.
I tried not to believe it
And just listen to my heart
But it landed me in a bad place
And here’s where my story really gets its start.
I though that I was ready for the commitment 
Because we didn’t act as wild
But I was wrong to trust him
And soon, I was pregnant with his child.
I felt so alone and saddened 
Like I had no other choice
I needed my future, needed my life
And so, this child, I chose to destroy.
I couldn’t take care of a baby
I knew that would never do
And I sat down and thought it out
And said, “What would Jesus do?”
I prayed about it all one night 
And cried my eyes out too
I asked God to give me an answer
Tell me what to do.
I spent one night crying
And then the deciding was done
I made my choice, that was it,
My inner battle was won.
Nine months slowly crawled by
As I kept up with my grades
And whenever it just got too hard,
I feel to my knees and prayed.
At first, I wanted to give her up
She only reminded me of her father’s shoves
But the moment I looked in her baby blue eyes,
My eyes filled with love.
And that was twenty years ago
I am now thirty-six
With a beautiful young daughter
Who’s had her own problems I helped fix.
Though her life has never been easy
And money is always tight
To know that she’s happy and healthy
Lets me sleep with a smile at night.
I speak on behalf of women
All around the world
So that they believe they can find the strength
To take care of their little boys and girls.
‘So,’ I tell them in confidence,
‘If you need help, come to me
For I will never turn you away
Just trust in your strength and see.’
‘Though America will frown on you
And refuse your searching hand,
Just never give up and it’ll pay off
Because, really, girls, you were never bad.’
And when I’ve finished talking,
I turn to my daughter again
And think to myself, if I had a choice,
I’d make the same one again.
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