Do It Right

Whenever im in public with my nephew A generation of atleast a decade older than my current Observe as Im flushed with hapiness They see the bond between me and this child As we hold hands tightly So delicate Dare to disturb the nucleus of the interlocked hands As if a proton has been displaced From its locus Going off like a nuclear bomb A cry of a child They see the resemblence As young as I am Its inevitable to stop and ask Is this your child Such a cute boy they add I look at them with resentment One eye brow raised above the other Not to be disrespectful but what the hell I take a second glance Not to the woman standing next to the man asking such a disturbing question But to myself I mean im not thin Im far from being thick But then again my hips are not the child bearing hips that my biology text book describes With these hips i would have probably died giving birth On a different day, hour, second of the same week I met a certain individual in a store Made the same assumption about the child Rolled my eyes Said no My nephew Sorry he said Annoyed! But you know kids these days he pointed out The man has a point It came to me in a form of an epiphany Why are kids having kids Somebody call the paramedic Cause this is an emergency But if I dont sleep with him he will leave me I dont want him to cheat I know im ready Im the only virgin in my circle of friends I just wanna get over with 9 months later ur friends and him turn their backs on u U run to the people you call mom and dad Raised u in a christian household Tattooed it all over your forehead That No sex before marriage Knowing the pains and problems that come with life U decide to wipe it off with ignorance and selfish desires Let me digress a bit I cannot understand And yet not fully comprehend why as kids we choose to please our friends Over our parents will Our parents hands speak in volumes Every scratch and every bruise tell a story About the times life hit them in the guts And reminded their lungs of how much they like the taste of air Our parents are our living ancestors We can learn a lot from them Girls stop selling your soul In exchange of cheap love and affection This is your life You only get to do it once Do it right