Five years too late

Too young to hate

A world of blissfulness

Such young innocence

Practically robbed blind

Taken in ill time

Stolen of virtue

Soon, she felt it grew

Spring is coming

School is booming

Flowers, buds, and

Relationships  blooming

The birds and the bees

The dirt on her knees

But what a bundle of joy,

A beautiful baby boy

Though she was left untold

Never knew what would unfold

18 years of future care

Left completely unprepared

All the secrets and lies

Created their disguise

Mom never worried

Dad never hurried

How was this fair?

Why should we care?

Children are maturing

Before they are learning

What can we do?

How can we help?

We’ll teach the youth!

We’ll preach the truth!

They need sexual education!

Not the misinformation.