Rumors

poem and story

Rumors

Rumors spread,

Rumors start,

You get hurt.

You know people are nasty,

You feel broken inside,

Remember one thing,

You are on top,

They are on bottom.

I wrote the poem because I had a rumor spread about me.

It was a horrible rumor. The person made it up because he thought I was pregnant when that never was the case. I never had gotten pregnant in 8th grade.

8th grade I was more hurt by it. Since every time I turned around.

"Oh hi babykiller."

I never had a miscarriage or abortion...

Abortion....

I hate it....

Innocent lives are being taken away...

People should just put the baby up for adoption. You should never kill something innocent.

They are angels to me.