Why must we hide our shame? Our dignity, ourselves?
We carry ourselves with pride but we are yet to achieve our bravery.
We make a mistake, we are called harlots.
They stare, they whisper the " new gossip".
They judge our mistake, when to others it is a miracle, a new light to the world.
We caress our big bellies with pride, we stride down the hallways, making sure to have enough room to get by.
We are the helpless souls that needs the guidance of a wiseman, help us get through the terror of having another pure soul in this world.
We may be teens, yet we are still children, help us, guide us to the light of living...