Pregnant Poem by Brodie Montgomery

Remember when you were little?
And you always had a dream;
Of either having loads of kids,
Or becoming Queen.

Well I never dreamt of either,
Although now it would seem,
That I got one of those,
For I'm a mother at 16.

Yes my word it's early,
You may think I'm far too young.
To understand complexities,
Such as a daughter or a son.

But we were born to do this,
To bring about new life,
So you can think what you want,
But please don't give me your strife.