Nine Months of Pain

Kissing is a habit
Squaring is a game
Guys get the pleasure
Girls get the pain.
He says he loves you
You believe it's true,
But when your stomach starts to swell
He says, "To hell with you."
Three minutes of pleasure,
Nine months of pain,
Three days in the hospital,
Baby without a name.
The baby is a bastard,
The mommy is a whore,
This wouldn't have happened,
If the rubber never tore.


I'm a 13 year old girl. My best friend sister had a baby at a very very young age and everything in this poem is true. I just sat down and wrote it with my friends. I am not the owner of this poem. I've heard it before, but put in some other words.