“I kept my baby.
Even though I was sixteen,
Even though I didn’t know how I would,
I kept my baby.
Even when everyone told me ‘kids shouldn’t have kids’
Or that I’d ‘ruin my life’,
I kept my baby.
I knew some would think I slept around,
That I was promiscuous.
I knew that girls would talk
And boys would listen,
But I still kept my baby.
I knew there was a pill that could ‘take it all away’.
‘My ‘problems’ could be gone tomorrow if I just took it today.’
But I knew that was a lie anyway
So, I kept my baby.
And because I kept my baby,
It’s assumed I hate everyone who made a different choice.
I don’t.
I love them.
And I know how scared they were
Because I was, too.
I know how these girls (and myself) were misinformed
When we were told it’s impossible.
It’s not.
I knew it would take a lot of trust
And big faith
When I kept my baby.
But when I did, this crazy thing happened.
It didn’t even ruin my life.
Not in any way.
Now I have a baby and a family.
I have a baby and a college degree.
I have a husband and even more babies.
I’ve raised a baby and still chased my own dreams.
So yes, I’ve done some things the hard way and I’ve grown up faster that I *had* to and I’ve struggled along the way.
But when I look at my sweet ‘baby’ boy,
I’m so glad that
I kept my baby.”
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