life is a lesson
At age 5 maybe 6 or 7 I learn a lesson quickdo not tell what happens
when momma not there
what the girls did across the hall up behind the stairs
was no nobody's business no one at all
or they will make you fall
over the rail down three flights of stairs
an inch of my life that one there
At 11 and 12or maybe thirteen I learn that good girls don't play
with boy that are not in their teens stay out late smoke cigarettes
the lessons you will learn will make you soon regret
not going to school and getting good grades
yeah those were the good old days
at 16 and 17 in order to stop you had to start and that
and loving life was hard
becoming a mother was just part of your job and to apply to early
will make one think life is short
sort like a blink
a lesson you should pass on to if you read this poem
Teenage mother's are not number 1
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