Against Teenage Pregnancy

by FeenieXEdgey

A poem I wrote out of anger and frustration. No, this is not real, I'm an only child. It could be true for somebody else, though. Rated T...well...you understand why.

Tired, you wipe your eyes.

Forgetfully, you creep into your room.

Slowly, you open your eyes.

Quickly, you find something odd.

Scarily, your sister is in bed with a boy.

Remebering, your sister is only seventeen.

Embarassed, you run out.

Infuriated, you find your mom.

Somehow, your mom is gone.

Of course, your sister picked the perfect night to have sex.

Because, your mom is out of town for the night.

Obviously, your sister planned this.

Fast as lightning, you call your mom.

Fast as light, she comes.

Loud as thunder, she screams.

Hard as rock, your sister slaps you.

Smiling, you respond. "That won't hurt as much as having my niece or nephew will."

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