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