Pregnant at the Prom

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Pregnant at the PromHow well she remembers, it was late in Septemberafter the homecoming gamethat cherry punch was spiked, and the boy she really likedshe thought he didn't know her namecold seat of that quarterback's GTOthe look in her eyes should've said noafter that night he never calledsoon she was seventeen years oldand pregnant at the promfighting to keep her pridetoo young to be a momyet she loved the life insidethey said her future was deadthat all her dreams were gonechaperones all shook their headsshe was pregnant at the promshe coulda just copped out, and either dropped outor found a clinic nearbybut she didn't care, she endured whispers and stareswalking the halls of Landry Highthat five dollar Goodwill dresssure didn't fit her the besta hush rolled across the dancefloorwhen she walked through that doorpregnant at the promfighting to keep her pridetoo young to be a momyet she loved the life insidethey said her future was deadthat all her dreams were gonechaperones all shook their headsshe was pregnant at the promshe nearly sat out the whole dancethen the boy she liked took her by the handshe didn't hafta raise me all alonecos he treated me like his ownshe was pregnant at the promfighting to keep her pridetoo young to be a momyet she loved the life insidethey said her future was deadthat all her dreams were gonechaperones all shook their headsshe was pregnant at the prom(c)2004 Robert George