I wrote this poem for the young people like me. The girls mostly but the guys should take notes as well. I did a philosophical session where I sat down and tried to pinpoint why I can not spend my life with a smoker. Besides the obvious, the smell, the second hand, the yellowing of skin...I went past all that to find the reason I personally could never be with this genre of woman is that someday we may want to have kids, or possibly have a happy accident. In the uterus of a smoker I would be in constant agony and forever afraid of what may happen to my unborn child. Now obviously the human body is very different person to person but smoking is never going to HELP a pregnancy along. It will only hurt the situation in one way or another. Obvious or not. Then I thought of all the people who I knew who were getting pregnant from highschool, all of them smoked. Many had lost one, or had scares of losing it. I don't believe them to be for to be parents. I would sacrifice everything if I were to have a child. Right now people are making mistakes that will affect the rest of their life and they are hiding behind comments like "whatever I'm still young" or "its my body". Then these same people will expect you to feel sorry when they lose a baby. Or are infertile. What a tragedy. How dare they call it a tragedy and make it all about them when they have been destroying themselves from the inside out. A quick sidebar, anyone who has lost a child who would've been a good parent and didn't put selfish useless base need first when they were young in preparation for their future I can not even begin to describe the sympathy from within I feel for you. I wish anyone in that situation all the best in their pursuit for mother (or fatherhood). Thanks for your interest Alid