Pregnant
She bites her lip
and looks down at her stomach
rounder
than ever before
She never wanted this to happen
She tried to be careful
She made sure
this wouldn't happen
And yet it has.
She imagines facing her
disapproving mother
who will look like she
is going to cry and yell
all at the same time
She bursts into tears
and one thought
crosses her mind
My mom's going to kill me.
And she's sure
that the small
little angelic baby
inside her womb
is thinking
the exact same thing.
~~~~~~~~~~
Statistic: 25% of all pregnancies end in abortion. :(
Written for the contest: Mom, I'm pregnant
Copyright © Marie Viloria | Year Posted 2011
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