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Wisdom Patience and Abstinence Has Set Me Free


As a little girl I played with ken dolls and barbies. I was the teacher of my imaginary class Counting their 1, 2, 3's I loved hop scotch, and jump rope too, Ring around the rosy and duck duck goose. I remember in 2nd grade, I had a crush named Joe. He always liked girls with flowy dresses, And pretty bows. Everytime he looked at me, I turned beat red. And when he came to talk to me I didn't hear a word he said. Staring into his eyes They were green the next day blue Every morning putting an anonymous letter in his desk "Good morning to you!" As time went on And we both grew older My mind was in a different place And my feelings much stronger I saw changes within myself and changes in him too I remember he was 5 foot 4 Now he's 6 foot 2 We're now in high school And I finally understand It's time to take life more seriously And fulfill God's plan. When I walk along the halls I see stomachs bigger than usual I'm too busy writing college essays These deadlines are crucial Quiet yet outspoken I'm young but not naive Hearing "I Love You" from some little boy I was taught never to believe You see? Our ladies need to understand The boys of this generation don't give a damn. They'll only grab you by the hand to adjust your pants Pull them to the ground Throw them to the side Sneak underneath the covers Only to penetrate your insides But there's no getting to know you. I never thought I'd witness my generation at this point Sippin Ciroc and rolllin' joints Getting pregnant and not ashamed For some, the previous generation's to blame. Back in the day there was no sex before marriage But now we change to channel to watch "16 & Pregnant" Our parents are too lineant They don't stress it enough Having an STD and being a teenage parent make personal life more tough. I saw Joe down the hall I didn't know what to say Anxious to confess my love for him Yet another girl walking his way. Rubbing her stomach coming from the bathroom She kissed him and said, "You ready?" I just stood there stunned because I thought we were going steady. A few weeks went by And things were looking dim Not only was she pregnant She found out she contracted something from him. She may have gotten pregnant And contracted this disease But her life is not over In God she must believe This has taught me to not be pressured by my peers to rush off into something that may short chance my years. listening to my mother and those with my future at heart it's proof to show being abstinent is smart. I choose to be abstinent That is what God asked of me With time and patience He'll bless me.
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