With An Open Mind.
 
“The Road to Success”

 

                No matter how or why you got here, you’re here pregnant. A few moments of pleasure can lead to 9 months of you dealing with bloated, swollen, irritable and nauseous. Whether it was because you thought you were in love, your boyfriend talked you into it or just because you were curious the deed is done and you’re pregnant. My book, “You look too young to be a Mom” by Deborah Davis is a diary of teenage mothers and the challenges they faced once they found out they were expecting a child. In the book Davis teaches readers that things aren’t always as they appear and challenges can sometimes strengthen you and make you better prepared for a successful life.

I define success as “when you overcome challenges in life.” I have numerous goals for my life. My goal right now is to graduate high school in the top 10% of my class. Although that is my goal I realize that it will not come easy. Achieving goals requires dedication and persistence and for some reason there always seems to be something working against what you are trying to do. The biggest barrier I must overcome to achieve my goal is temptation. I must consistently stay focused and limit leisure time to after I complete my assignments.  Barriers can also come in the form of people. My book “You look too young to be a mom” shows the importance of being resilient and not letting what others think keep you from your dreams. Being pregnant at a young age is a trial in itself, overcoming that barrier and still going after your dreams, is a great accomplishment. People aren’t always barriers; they can also be great sources to help you succeed. Wes Moore, a new successful author hasn’t always had an easy life.  In his book he talks about the great influence his mom played in his success. She thought him to overcome his recidivism and to not let his troubled past recapitulate.  His article taught me that your past doesn’t have to determine your future.

My book is arranged in sequential order from discovering that they were pregnant to pregnancy and then post pregnancy. I greatly enjoyed reading this book. The writing style in the book is powerful. The author uses connotation to help the reader to truly identify with the characters in the book. One example was dealing with Jennifer, a teen mom featured in the book, when she was going through a rough period during her pregnancy. Jennifer was extremely sad as she was telling her mother that she was pregnant. Her mom replies by saying, “weeping doesn’t make the baby go away; we just have to deal with it” (Davis 12). Using the word weeping helped me to imagine how sad she must have been. Most would have used crying but weeping was much more descriptive and showed how remorseful Jennifer was.

This book thought me many lessons. It taught me that you shouldn’t let your “significant other” or anyone for that matter determine your happiness or success. Sex should not be the deciding factor in your relationship, do it when you are ready. No one is perfect; we should be more accepting of people’s mistakes and not judge. Wes Moore’s article taught me that you can do whatever you set your mind to. It also taught me that people deserve a second chance.

Reading this book and article have given me a new outlook on life. I encourage you to read them, I’m sure they will greatly impact yours. They teach you to show compassion to those in situations that don’t seem ideal, help them while you can, and never think lesser of them.  In conclusion, no matter what path you take in life or what detours the road may bring, your destination can still be success.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 I cry not because im sad or im hurt.
I cry because of what ust to be , what isnt , and what can never be again
I cry because i understand.
I cry because everything else  in my life can't seem to go right .
I cry because thats all i know how to do . 
I cry because i can't say what i want . 
How do i tell you what happened ?
How do i tell you why it happened ?


It was a mistake , i didn't think my life would stop here .
My heart is telling me everything is alright , when my mind isn't . 
Forget how do i face you , how do i face myself.
Knowing what i know , we know , she knows.
How do i take myself out of my body and think about what i would do 


How do you be strong , when weakness is easy ?
How do you not cry .
How do you not shed a tear . 
How do you sit there in that same seat , and smile . 
How ?
Why ?
If teardrops could speak they would understand why .
They could feel my pain and cry .
They would tell me to let it out


They would let my teardrops roll.
 
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Brightly shining 
Far from the eye but not from sight
Glistening in the dark blue sky
Gas, full of matter
The make-up of some of the most unique things in life
Clusters of them
Three billion, three trillion at a time but all different at the same time
Standing out from the crowd
Benign to everyone else, having your own shining light
Being the light where there is none
Telescopes enhance what we already know is there
It being there and we dont even have to see it
A star, something so much more than itself
 
 The sorrow in my face is only on half of my painOne parent here, one parent there. I wish they both could be here, so the love could be shared.Seeing smiles in your eyes knowing the reason is only lies.Is she more important than me, than us?It’s supposed to be family over lust. My heart is empty; no one can complete me This guy and that guy but no one can help meTrust is the issue, nothing but tears and pain maybe it will never changeGoing to sleep at night, while my heart feels like a black hole what you did left me feeling like a child alone. And you wonder why I treat every guy I like as if they hurt me like you did No person, time, or space can ever compensate for the person you missedWho was never there
 
Ouch! I’m sorry, what I say everyday even when it’s too late
The simplest things piss him off 
He always needs to feel like he’s on top
The scar on the side of my lipYeah “that’s love” right thereIt was a Tuesday night when he hit me with a bat
.Broken glasses and plates is all I remember
When we went to the hospital he told the nurse “it was just a finder binder”
I loved him that’s why I stayed
Prayed, I pray every night that he doesn’t kill meI just want to get to know me the real me If I run, where do I goIt’s not like I have anyone out there that I know
The scars that I have only tell half the story
If I was him I would just ignore me