young mothers

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One pink line, and a second very faint  bus as I am at work; I must show restraint thoughts of abortion, perhaps birth and adoption?  Swirl my mind as I search for options.   
Mistake, a bundle of joy, and an unplanned blessing were the thing they called when they found out. But, in my mind I what you were about. I was only a teen when I found out I had a seed
The automatic sliding doors give a loud smack, Like the sound of a glass jar splintering as it meets hardwood, And Marina jumps, Clutching her handbag to her restarting heart. As she stares down at the worn floor,
Can they not see,How beautiful they are? They brought a child into this world While under the scrutinizing eyes. But they pushed through. Seeing these young mothers With those smiling babies, it makes me
A girl who now must be a woman Stands to face the expectations and damnation of a closed minded society Don’t you think that maybe she is weighed down enough by her own responsibility? Must you add you judgment and hate
dare i say if nd piss of thousands of women marching no man no cold assassin career attackin life changing paper chasin for me! I would much rather lather lavishishly in the morning aromas of
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