well, she looked at me and she said 
”when they concern my body, baby, I make the choices. 
but if I am what we think then we won’t be rejoicing” 
she said ”I hope I ain’t but I’m two weeks late
I took this fucking test how long do we have to wait? 
I don’t know what we’ll do” 
so we sat in the kitchen eating noodles and sauce
discussing our family’s future and cost
I would never flee this bed that we share 
but the life of need we’d guarantee just wouldn’t be fair
I don’t know what we’ll do
we’re barely getting by ourselves
how could we ever with another mouth
shouldn’t this thing be working by now?
shouldn’t this thing be working by now?
”this far below the poverty line it’s always the worst possible time
we don’t even make twenty grand combined”
which one do we want, the pink or blue line?
”I ain’t saying never, just not right now”