Porscha Comes Of Age Poem by stu aitken

Poor Porscha, she never won a prize!
So when the news broke, it came as no surprise
Not ever a bridesmaid, far less the bride
She sauntered round the rough estate with slightly desperate pride.

Other parts were played by members of the cast
The drugs, sex and alcohol had never been a blast
Always in the background, never on the stage
Here she was Pregnant; at far too young an age.


Her lifestyle now, was looking rather mapped
Yet strange the degree of comfort, Porscha saw in that
She could leave her so called parents, who didn't understand
That this unwanted life event was part of her grand plan


The mobile rang, a friend exalts, 'You must come to the fair'
The hooded youth from number 12 was going to be there
Like R&J that Shakespeare thing, their love had been denied
But truth be known there was no love, just comfort when she cried.

The ambulance took forever, arriving far too late
All the neighbours standing muttering round the gate
The early birth of one so young, never stood a chance
Poor Porscha put the saga down, to her fated circumstance.