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May Light Shine On Hell


My Mind Went Crazy , Could This Really Be Happening .

As I Gased into the postive pregancy test 

I HAVE Caved Into Prear Pressure . I Was Pregant. 

16 and pregant not even a high school deploma. 

My belly was growing but my mind was not 

 

How would I Be Supported ? 

What would others think about me ?

How would I Tell The Father ?

Most important how would I Tell my parents ? 

 

16 and pregant and I Can't Even Buy Anything On Tv. But Worried about what

the niggas see in me ? ? 

 

16 and pregant.....why was this shit publicized to my demise ? 

Trust Me Daijah. I Wont Cum Insize. The Lies The Lies . 

 

 

 

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