You ever felt like no one was listening to you. Just a puppet dancing. Held by a string, you keep performing. Just another product of circumstances.
My circumstances are that I'm pregnant and white. Not really just white, but in Louisiana, black and white is all you hear. My baby's father is black, and so my family is ashamed. They want me to have an abortion or go away, have the baby and give it up for adoption.
I want my baby. I love my boyfriend. It will crush him if my parents take our child. It will crush me. I hate these circumstances.