Even though I was sixteen,
even though I didn’t know how I would,
I kept my baby.
Even when everyone told me “kids shouldn’t have kids”
or that I’d “ruin my life”,
I kept my baby.
I knew some would think I slept around,
that I was promiscuous.
I knew that girls would talk
and boys would listen,
but I still kept my baby.
I knew there was a pill that could ‘take it all away’.
“My ‘problems’ could be gone tomorrow if I just took it today.”
But I knew that was a lie anyway
so I kept my baby.
And because I kept my baby,
it’s assumed I hate everyone who made a different choice.
I don’t.
I love them.
And I know how scared they were
