I used to screw without condoms <br />and let the man <br />come inside me because <br />i was too shy <br />to stop him <br /> <br /> <br />Then i'd go home <br />and prayon my pillow <br />please <br />please <br />please <br />don't let me be pregnant <br /> <br /> <br />I couldn't sleep <br />or eat <br />just think <br /> <br />of my 15-year old life <br />with a child <br />PLEASE GOD <br />DON'T LET ME <br />GET PREGNANT <br /> <br /> <br />Then i would bleed <br />and find relief <br />until i was at last <br />at another man's mercy <br /> <br /> <br />An open vessel <br />whose function it was <br />to be filled <br />until my consciousness <br />could return and <br />spit out <br />the bad seeds<br /><br />mariena soares<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sara-said/
