Pro-Life?A Poem by Maria M.I realize that this is "extreme" but I feel that some people's views are so extreme that they are unable to take a step back and listen to what is coming from their own mouths.Let's paint a picture you and I. A picture of the life you chose to leave behind. Turn around; face him. Hold his little body In your bloody hands. Sooth his aching cries, stay his shaking limbs, Give him the life inside you, let him breath you in. He is yours, You know he is A child; An infant, A new life Or perhaps a new end? He longs to feel your heartbeat, he begs to hear your voice. Don't you burn inside you To reunite with his? Don’t you long to watch him grow, and ache to hold his hands. You are a woman, are you not? A born mother, What right do you have to make the choice you have made; to destroy the beautiful life in your womb? None, none at all. The painting should be done according to some. Your arms should be filled with your rapist's son. © 2011 Maria M. |
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