Pregnant at seventeen
Homeless for sometime she's been
Moved from Foster homes
She didn't belong with them.
On a spring night, she decided to go to the club with her mates.
Makeup done.
Nails done.
Dress so short her ample thighs were a sight to gaze at.
She drank whiskey and gyrated on a tall man with a huskey voice and he offered her coke and touched her ample thighs.
It's been six months since that night
She served drinks and pastries from table to table contemplating about the life growing inside her.
What was she going to do about it?
She knew nothing of babies
Except they cried a lot and wore nappies.
She felt helpless.
She felt hopeless.
She didn't want a kid.
She just wanted to party and get high and drown her problems with liquor.
