My Poetry. A Childs Child!

Peace on earth and mercy mild
 Why can’t I not have my child?
 Pressurized, made to feel un-pure
 The morning after tablets may not always cure.
Leaving it too late to get advice
 After eating well the human spice
 Children so young immature in life
 To be a partner let alone a wife.
 Visits to clinics, adults all around
 Losing your identity can it ever be found?
 Ruining your life, so pure and true
 Life full of trauma, feelings of blue.
 A thirteen-year-old aged in a day
 She has no rights or even a say
 I want my baby, to live its life
 I was born myself in violent strife.
 Be protected and wise if things get hot
 Whether right or wrong or often not
 Babies are born too frequent these days
 Children themselves end up ruined this way.
 Educate yourself in matters of sex
 Read all the books study the text
 Speak to your parents be honest too
 Your life will be better no more fool you.