Millie's Future Incident

Teenage pregnancy may be a shame, Thinking of homework then baby names
Lacking the sense of where to go For Millie, the average "high school
hoe" Dumped by friends as the "dirty slag" Parents consent with the
occasional nag Then doorstep piled with bags of clothes "Get out of
here!" her mother groans The passing neighbours whisper and stare An
old age pensioner and her husband glares "Disgusting" says the O.A.P
"I'm glad our daughter weren't as sick as she" A hand gesture of the
negative command Leaves Millie alone, three steps from her yard From
trading numbers and kissing cheeks Leaves Millie vomiting after many
weeks Kept warm in shelter among her variety Desperate for something,
respect from society But Millie, she was strong as metal Had hopes and
fears but yearned to settle with someone who she longed to meet Ian, a
boy just from the street It was then our Lisa had been born 5th of
December, ten fingers and all That Millie died unexpectedly "Low blood
level" said Dr. Sheen A neighbour said, "At such an age" Another
shrugged, "Teenagers change" Another murmured, "oh what a wreck," Ian
said, "HIV, she never checked,"