Gravid 

I’m at the back of the room,

At the bottom of the class.

I’m not used to being here,

But I’m finding out,

It’s a fecund place to be.

I see good people 

Who want to help me along,

The potency of sweetness 

From those who offer 

To carry my books to school.

The golden rule—

That those who have the gold

Make the rules,

Does not apply here

At the back of the room,

Just a “live and let live” epiphany,

And an epigraph scratched 

Onto a desk

That teen pregnancy is truly 

What nature intended.

-jenn