

By Kiserema Andrew Pregnancy is the leading cause of death among teenage girls in developing countries. Girls aged 15-19 are twice as likely to die
Young lives they take In the stomach they choke Not knowing what’s at stake The excuse “it was a mistake!” Without guilt with consciousness Baselessly
Maybe I could learn to perceive your desires Bring you around to my infatuating visage Tell you of he who holds my heart within his
I can feel the qualm grow quick inside My heart now much more reluctant Trudging murkily through each one of its beats Silently begging for
They made war gracefully among us Humming softly of their dark revolt They rose towers and barracks in whispers Fell hundreds and thousands by whiskers
I’ve failed to understand the fire that burns within the rose. Never really grasped the ambiance from it Grown to shun its presentation, arrogant to
Darling, I know I’m not famous in this world But please make me famous in your heart You are my world When I look into