Freedom of Choice
Posted 15th June 2008 at 03:54 PM by babs7262
FREE CHOICE
It was summer one year
I was 17, had no fear
My hormones were high
I had a crush on this guy
My father had told me
dont be a fast girl
life is too precious
this guy made my head twirl
I got really scared
this was my first time
he said that he loved me
I said ok, fine
As summer had ended
and i came home for school
I cried some time later
I broke my dad's rule
Oh My God
What did I do
I cant go through with this
If my dad only knew
I confided in dad
with courage and voice
he looked at me dearly
said, you now have a choice
Thank God for my freedom
my freedom to choose
please do not judge me
until you walk in my shoes
babs
It was summer one year
I was 17, had no fear
My hormones were high
I had a crush on this guy
My father had told me
dont be a fast girl
life is too precious
this guy made my head twirl
I got really scared
this was my first time
he said that he loved me
I said ok, fine
As summer had ended
and i came home for school
I cried some time later
I broke my dad's rule
Oh My God
What did I do
I cant go through with this
If my dad only knew
I confided in dad
with courage and voice
he looked at me dearly
said, you now have a choice
Thank God for my freedom
my freedom to choose
please do not judge me
until you walk in my shoes
babs
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