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Poor Baby Girls


Oh my gosh,

I swear if I see another, 

I am going to flip.

 

There goes another. 

I sure did flip.

Now my head is going all bonkers.

 

Girl after girl after girl,

Blown up like balloons

In the 7th, 8th, 9th,

Some 10th, 11th, and 12th grade.

 

All these poor teenage girls

Have made pregnancy a fashion statement.

 

"If you don't have a big belly,

Then you just aren't cool..."

I guess that's the new thing now.

How could I know? Im only 17.

 

Yea, just think about the peer pressure.

It's pushed on me everyday.

I mean just check it out.

 

I mean I feel like it started with one friend that messed up,

Then her friend didn't want her to feel lonely,

So she messed up too.

And the chain just kept on going.

 

What happened to when we were in sex ed?

We learned about abstinence...

Then again, that's not always enforced in everyone's house.

 

Instead of pretending like teens won't do it,

Why not show them how to do it?

 

If they want a future that isn't problematic from another human being,

Then try showing the guys how to wear jackets

And girls how to take medicine.

 

How dare you adults complain so much about teens not doing the right thing

When you don't want to help them in the first place?

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