I drove 400 miles in a beat-up impala to be here.

Mom thinks I'm at Brittney’s.

I could hear her frantic voice in the front of my mind.

But recently, I had an epiphany.

This is my body.

This is my choice.

Opinions don't pay for pampers.

I've weighed my options and made up my mind.

Fuck any legislation that tries to tamper.

So if I had to sell a kidney or strip for three months,

I was going to have my way.

Free to decide, available to live without a baby messing up my day.

But here I am, lying cold, wondering if I'm doing the right thing.

And I pray the guilt I feel is enough to justify my pain.

So can you keep a secret? One my pride won't readily share?

I'm scared shitless, and unprepared. Please, doctor, hold my hand.