Scarlet

I’ve sat through all the health classes;

          Well, the ones I didn’t skip.

                   I’ve heard all the consequences of being

          an unwed teen mother,

of having a baby at such a young age.

                   I also know that there are the right

                             reasons and the wrong reasons to try and     conceive.

My intentions are good, though my

          reasons probably fall into the “wrong” category,

as does everything else that I get myself into.

          Ask me if I care.

I know for a fact that society won’t approve.

          I have no desire to get married,

                   no desire to have a steady relationship, even.

                   I simply want a human being

that will love me back.

I know my son or daughter would love me.

It doesn’t matter what I do – not that I want to provide

a terrible life.

Honestly, I want to do just the opposite.

But, even in the event that I can’t      give him or her        what they need,

                   I still know they’ll love me.

          After all, I still love my mother.

It’s almost a curse:

No matter what she does to me,

I cannot hate her.

I cannot stay mad at her.

I always forgive her.

It’s almost a blessing:

No matter what she does to me,

I cannot hate her.

I cannot stay mad at her.

I always forgive her.

Now, don’t get me wrong.

I don’t need

to be accepted by anyone.

But, to have someone

that would

love me no matter what?

Well, who wouldn’t

want that?

Besides,

          I’ve always been in love with the idea of being a               mommy.