People sometimes yell, "You're too young."
As I walk down the block with my three week old daughter
I would just glance at them and keep on walking
They don't know me, so they can keep on talking
I don't know why they bother
It's not like they are the father
The comments used to have an effect on me
But now I keep my head up, and walk proudly
I know that I give my daughter everything she may need
Like love, to Christmas presents, and everything in between
Sometimes I struggle, but I do it none the less
I know my daughter knows that I am trying my best
The moral of this poem is that if you're a young mom like me,
Don't let people put you down, because they don't know how hard it can be.
