February 26, 2010
By , ricmond, VA
I’m a statistic
I have no name,
I’m a statistic
A baby on the way
He said he loved me
But that’s no longer true
With a daddy I never new
And a Mom working hard to bail
Step one out of jail
I use to be pretty
And innocent as could be
But a boy came along and corrupted me
Working long hours in the heat
I can’t accept defeat
Tired and hot
Never been taught what to do
I’m a flower not yet bloomed
And in three months I’m due
I’m a statistic
A mommy to be
At the young age of only fifteen
I’m a statistic
Please help me.

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