Young, naïve, and in love with the idea of love…my story begins at a time when these three things were able to perfectly describe me.
I’m 16 and you know what that means,
I am finally allowed to date…
You see, he’s a football star and drives a fast car,
and all of my friends are jealous.
So, when I take him to meet my mom I’m not nervous at all
because surely she will see him how I do.
But as soon as he leaves she turns to me
and says, “Honey he’s going nowhere at all, and he will be your downfall"Now I'm 18 and its become apparent to me
that this relationship is toxic, and I have to be the one to stop it.
But I start to feel sick, so I pee on a stick and suddenly...everything stops.
So, when I see him I tell him that "guess what, I'm pregnant",
and it's weird because after a while I swear I see him almost start to smile.
He says, "Oh baby, don't worry. I know we weren't in a hurry, but now we can be a family"
So, I square up my shoulders as I go to tell her and she says,
"Honey, he's going nowhere at all, and as long as you're with him you will continue to be caught in the landfall"
Now I'm 20 and I've grown up a plenty,
But it seems I am the only one.
While I've been occupied with baby and trying to make myself handy,
He's been gone doing God knows what with God knows who.
I keep thinking that it will get better, if only I don't make him anger
But it hasn't...and it wasn't...and it didn't look like it was going to.
Then one night all the walls started to crash, and the screaming was giving me whiplash, and it looked like it was going to last all night.
So, when he left for work I was in the kitchen, washing his dishes
And when he came back I had left at last.
You see, the sad part is that he didn't even call because he had no care at all leaving me to wonder if he ever even did
So, I knock on my mother's door with arms full of baggage galore and tears in my eyes and she says,
"Honey, he was never going anywhere at all...and things just might be better in the long hall"
Now I'm twenty-one and I'm happy for once,
and the best part just might be that the baby is even happier than me.
There's no screaming no more crying, only hugging and smiling and I melt when he runs to me and giggles.
Though the juggling is hard, coming home to him is my favorite part and I wonder how I could ever love someone as much as I love him.
So, when I take him to see my mother, he runs up and he hugs her and she says,
"Honey, you can go anywhere at all, and your dreams...you can still reach them all. And always remember that you are still a contender, and you should never...EVER...surrender."
