Confounded Youth

Through life’s curves and winds,

And fetal incubation grind,

Whatever the struggle -

It can be diminished,

Aptly if you persevere,

and make it to the Finish.

Away from the ties,

And fearful lies,

Lies the truth -

For those who can face it.

Your bulging belly isn’t a harrowing sign

of the life malign, but an essence of humanity,

From its Conception to its Failure.

You don’t let your mistakes define you,

Wallow and bind you;

You learn and let them refine you.

They may look down at the child,

Disadvantaged and bastard;

Resolute you dismiss the force

Of sanctity’s standard.

Its a force you’ve overcome,

to manifest in the woman you’ve become,

You, you confounded youth.

-W.B. October





[W.B. October is my pseudonym]

I apologize if the mobile formatting doesn't keep the poems original structure, I suggest switching to desktop mode to read my poetry.

I noted a pregnant teenager at my school (there are multiple, but this post isn't about the epidemic, or here to judge), and was inspired to write the following poem. It compliments her stride in addressing the issue and attempts to assign value to the baby, where society might not always see it. The middle also bumps out a bit, symbolizing the pregnant stomach.If we don't let our mistakes become us, we can learn and effectively confront our issues. If we let them break us, we are defined by our mistakes, cliche as it sounds. Ultimately, Confounded Youth is a poem about teen pregnancy, and the strength of many women that face it. With no further ado: