Growing Up as an Adult
Surrounded by family,
All older,
Taking care of me happily
Forcing me to grow up
To make them proud.
It never seemed enough.
I remember playing,
Seldomly,
With baby dolls.
I was a mother.
I remember caring for,
Everyday,
My friends and teammates.
I was a mother.
I remember loving,
Unprotected,
My boyfriend.
I was a mother.
A woman but still a little girl.
My mother still made my appointments,
But she couldn't make this one.
She couldn't know.
She doesn't know.
No one does.
I remember going,
Petrified,
Into Planned Parenthood.
I was no longer a mother.
No longer a child in me
Or within me.
I am allowed to choose
What I do in life
And don't have to
Live up to the desires
Of my family.
I remember realizing,
Confidently,
I control my life
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