I was young, still wet behind the ears, Belly swollen, eyes of tears. Incubator for life, A road of strife, even contemplated the knife. Life growing in me before mine began. Tempted by Satan’s kiss, I was remiss in giving in – and now I pay. Don’t have a pot, nowhere to piss, I can’t go home, not like this Ostracized, criticized, scandalized – Chastised. I’m a young mother.*****’s gone I’m all alone in my crisis Almost enticed to end my pain. Tried to qualify for help, surprised to find I could get more if I did it, one more time. Ignorant and naïve I wanted to believe I was in the middle of a bad dream. I’m a young mother. Labor hits, My head splits. My back breaks and my soul aches. Shocked that bringing life could create thoughts of death. I hold my breath, he takes his first – I’m a young mother. Low on cash, depleted the stash Milk almost dry Together we cry Job hunt gone bad Still miss his dad – I’m a young mother. Patience is thin I’m at the end Struggling within to hide my shame I’m steadily losing this game – called life. Work all day, school at night About to lose my fight – I’m a young mother. Quiet and peace I rock him to sleep, Head nestled in my chest I’m unable to rest, wondering what kind of life he’s destined to have. It makes me laugh to see him smile – Makes it all worthwhile – I’m a young mother.