MY BAD

Author: Gracce Bella-Kamara

It was not my plan

Neither my dream

The thoughts of tomorrow was bright

But all seems to be shattered now.

Stop blaming me!

No one seems to care

Among my little siblings

I am forced to act like a “Mama”

What do you think?

You should’ve advised me

But you left me freely

Though I also recalled disciplines from school

I still wanted to have a feel of it…just once

But now I’m stocked.

Stop blaming me!

I never noticed the signs earlier

Oh Teenage Pregnancy!

A victim I have become

I can’t afford to hurt the baby

Do I have a choice?

Oh my… oh why?

I ought to know better

I misplaced what matters most

But I cannot blame myself…

But if not me, who then?

At least I should have stayed in school.

It is my fault

Not my parents

Neither the community

Not the school heads

Neither the society.

I am the owner of my future

I should’ve chosen the light.

But why I didn’t discern that earlier?

Was I a pupil of lust?

The claws of apprehension grips me

As I mourn my thoughtless choice.

I believe I will rise again

And prove to the world that I am a potential

But I was careless

It’s my Bad.