Can you guys please read and rate my poem and reflect a bit on it. Thanks a lot in advance.
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She cries,
I can't help her
She's hungy
I can't feed her
She needs medication
And I cannot treat her
No money, No support
I don't think I can keep her
Another statistic they say
Another teen who's lost her way.
But I love my daughter
If only there was another way
To provide to love, care, and support she needed
I should have been the teen that heeded
Now I am stuck and alone
My parents say I can't come home
(1/3 girls aged 13-19 get pregnant each year)
Man that line hits home
I know I could have prevented this
A short moment in bliss,
That ended with Chris <- my daughter
My parents should have taught me more
because Chris is more than I ever asked for