Waiting for the results,
My patience grew thin,
I knew we should have used a condom, Now there's no way to win.
Just as I thought,
My suspicions were true, Now comes the decision, Of what I should do.
The day will soon come, For this young teen, When the baby inside, Can plainly be seen.
Do I keep my baby, Whose father's not here, To raise on my own, Despite my own fear?
I could carry to term, And give it away,
For some family to raise, But at what price to pay?
If I choose abortion, What will society say? But if it's right for me, It's the only way.
Confused am I,
As to what I should do, I want what's best,
It's all too new.
Whatever I choose,
It's my choice alone,
Not for others,
To condemn or condone.
Joy Stewart
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The Little Black Book for Girlz: A Book on Healthy Sexuality
Non-FictionCheck it out: not just a book about sex, but a look at girl culture by youth themselves. No stuffy school textbook. No nosey adults. Just a diverse group of teen girls from a community youth project who had questions about sexuality. To find answers...
