Reality

Reality Television,

cause life is not real enough,

shows that make light of problems.

16 and Pregnant,

my mom was with my brother.

18 and pregnant,

my mom was with me.

Celebrated on TV,

but not a celebration for me.

How could she raise a child?

She was only a teen,

but it is not age that dictates a mother,

but rather maturity.

 

Let's go back to the tv,

where we see this scripted 'reality',

where pregnant teens are sensationalized,

and the truth is hidden from our eyes,

we will tune in on the channel,

but have our back turned on life.

 

Double standards separate eachother,

but I know one thing for sure,

my mom was a true mother.

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