Could You Imagine It?

Would I or could I be supportive, Of a child of mine blinded by sex... And barely in their teens, To have yet experience life! Then to get pregnant? With a doing of it without knowing, What it is like to endure suffering... Day and night? With a hope everything will turn out right? NO! I would or could not be supportive. 'Is that it? ' I could tell you where to go, Where the devil sits! But I wont. Since God has already spared me, To declare that blessing for me not to be. 'Could you imagine it? ' No! No more than I can imagine myself, Sitting in prison for the rest of my life... Because a child disrespected, Not only me but my decision. 'And what decision would that be? ' The only cap adorned I want to see worn, Is on my child's head at a graduation ceremony. And any daughter of mine I see breaking down in tears, Will be after she's been awarded a Doctorate's Degree. 'Do you have any children? ' Didn't you hear me say... I can not imagine myself sitting in prison? For the rest of my life... Since God has already spared me, To declare that blessing for me not to be.