Young Mothers Struggle
I made a mistake but that mistake wasnt my gift
my gift just was a little sip of what life didnt predict
my gift was birth but my struggle was hurt and shame
and guilt but my life still revolved on what I couldnt fix
I cry and I prayed and asked god why me He answerd
my child you still cant give in. I wept I fail I stood once again
Ill pass one mile stone and that was to graduate. Failure
was never a option so my mistake was so great it pushed me harder
then gave me strength to go to college an im still pushing today.
👁 2💬 1
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (1)
Log in to leave a comment.