I love you and I never want to hurt you,
But sometimes I do things to hurt myself.
I'm 18 now, and this need not invovle you;
I turn to you for love and not for help.
What I ask of you is just your blessing.
I'm pregnant and I soon will have a child.
I know this news is bound to be distressing,
But I hope that on my future God has smiled.
No child should come to life except in joy,
And so, although I'm scared, thats what I feel.
Much that I want this child may destroy,
And yet my love for it is deep and real.
My stupidity of course I'm not proud of,
But please now turn to me in joy and love.
- Dimitri Shostakovich (1906-1975)
