Teen Pregnancy and Abortion: “Somewhere in Neverland”
About nine months from this day, I will finally be with my world as it unfolds before my eyes- my mama and papa. Even though, as of the moment, I see nothing else but darkness, I have a heart of hope that after I get out of this cage, it’ll be the happiest day of my entire life.
I can’t help but wonder how the touch of my loving parents would feel like- especially when I’m in pain or overjoyed, or what my mama and papa looks like and how they smile or shed a tear. I imagine moments in my mind like: they tuck me into bed, mama sings a lullaby and they both kiss my forehead, papa teaching me how to ride a bike, going to the park, having dinner together as a family, my first visit to the dentist and other milestones that could possibly happen in my life. I just can’t wait to be with them.
Mama and I were just doing fine, she hums me a lullaby every time and said that she’ll always be there to give me sunshine and not rain.
But sometimes, she mumbles things about papa that I don’t quite catch. Is there something wrong?
One day, papa asked to see mama in private- I was worried. Do they have a problem? “I’m not at a place in my life right now where I could raise a child” the exact words that came out of papa’s mouth. Is this pain I’m feeling right now? Papa, why? If I could only cry inside my mama’s womb, I’d probably make a river out of it. But what is wrong with me, am I not that good enough? “She’s our child; we don’t have to be perfect parents. We can’t let her go!” as mama fought back trying to give me a rainbow after papa’s storm of words. “We’re still young! How about our studies? I want to be successful in life!” papa shouted that made mama cry. Papa, stop, please! “I want to achieve a lot in life as well, but she’s our angel! We can’t do this to her”. There was a moment of silence until papa broke the ice: “The decision is final, no more buts” then I felt mama hurting. I guess they deeply deliberated the decision and made up their mind.
Young and in love, that’s what they used to call it- but instead of a blessing, they call me a mistake. Now, I believe, sometimes, things don’t work out as we’d hoped they would. Within the little span of time I had, I lived by “could be’s” or “made up reality” somewhere in neverland. I’ll never see my world, not because I can’t but because they won’t let me. As I go, I think about it as my purpose in my “almost there” life even though life is worth living- for all I know, wherever I go, it’s the place where I should be. Goodbye Mama, goodbye Papa.
-Gemrose Arcenal-
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This made me feel sad and guilt though abortion is very popular to my generation.☹
Indeed @carlitojoshua . Sad but true. Thanks for reading tho. ☺️
I live in the United States of America, and I can tell you for a fact that society here in my nation goes way too easy on teenage fathers. My nation has an epidemic of deadbeat teenage fathers, and people here continue to turn a blind eye to it. If I had my way, all deadbeat teenage fathers would be drafted into the military on their eighteenth birthday. Teenage mothers go through way too much pain and aggravation because of the reprehensible way that their teenage baby daddies act.