Fifteen - A Poem
Fifteen
In response to a troubling article on the nightly news when I was just barely older than fifteen. With hope that no one else should ever feel the need to do what this woman did, and that the cycle may be broken.
She stood there—
fifteen, In a pair of
cut-offs, tube top, and heels.
She stood there—
flirting. With blonde curls
tripping down her shoulders.
She turned up—
pregnant. Maternity clothes
and charity from ADC.
She worked tables –
to give her daughter
food and shelter.
She slaved—
going nowhere; growing
tired of her life.
She killed herself—
leaving behind her
young, blonde daughter, who
Stood there—
fifteen.
by: Donna Kay Bryan
Despair
Help for pregnant teens
Comments
AUTHORUnfortunately you are right, Ed. All too often runaway dads are to blame. If only they would stick around and see what a beautiful world a baby creates, I think many of our social ills would be put to rest. Thank you for for stopping by. -Donna
- AUTHOR
CrisSp, Thank you for your kind words. I write what I feel (which isn't always a good thing!). When I feel an injustice I have to tell about it the best way I can.
Thank you for stopping by and passing along!
This is a never ending story , And I blame runaway dads ! Great write !....Ed
There is certainly sadness enveloped in this truthfully beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing your God given talent with us.
Voted up beautiful and passing along.
- AUTHOR
Thanks Bill, I really appreciate that. I am actually working on an article about unwed mothers right now, but I think I'm too tired to think about it anymore tonight. I'll loook at it with fresh eyes tomorrow. Have a good night.
A sad tale that plays itself out daily across this country. You did an exceptional job of capturing the despair. Well done, Donna!
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