Abortion

Years ago, I decided to lie in the bed with temptation

 Just one night

I know its wrong…but…it felt so right

 

And it penetrated inside, stretching my walls of sanity…

planting its seed of stupidity…

And as the time goes….

just as easy as these words flow….

A baby grows….

But not a fetus located in the womb….

It’s the baby that helps understand the difference between the sun and the moon….

 

But that one nightstand turned into a lurking habit that I just couldn’t kick…

So instead of feeding my baby a meal of knowledge and a dose of self-confidence….

I chose to feed my baby denial and ignorance.

 

I wanted to hang with Mary Jane

Just one hit

Her side-kick

151; but just a sip

Eventually leading to my planned but unplanned abortion….

Abortion…termination of an unborn child

 

But this was not a child that would make my belly swell

And bring 9months of hell….

But it’s a baby that is located above my neck

The baby that I neglected let…

Temptation’s seed to grow

 

So I tried everyday to reach that unreachable high

Then at night I would cry

Wondering why

Am I killing my baby…as it grows inside

What the hell am I trying to prove….better yet…trying to hide?

 

Then I cover the tears with a smile…and block it out again

flirt with sin

But I’ll never win

 

So I speak the silent words that cry S.O.S

Help me please…. my baby is in distress

I reach out for a gripless hand…

But end up falling in the shadows of the land

 

Through opaque eyes…I watch my mistakes

and my body awakes…

But I see my reflection staring right through me…

Then I realized…that I could never really see.

My abortion took away more than just my baby

With realization, another child is conceived

 

So feed your baby, but not as I fed my first

Change it up and break the curse,

Cuz sin has slept with too many before

And most are too ignorant to close their door

 

For those of you who don’t quite follow my rhyme…

Let me save you some time.

The baby I speak of…

My baby…. is my mind

 

Author's Note

This is the extended version. One of my best poems I feel. I'm actally proud of this one. Tell me what you think.

Reviews

[The Cute 1]

i love it

[china]

Wow, I'm speechless! This is a very powerful piece and what a message to put out there. Keep up the good work.

When I was reading one of my reviews, this caught my eye in the "related writing" section. With the controversial title, I couldn't imagine what the story would entail. So I clicked out of curiosity and I'm glad I did. This was an extremely profound metaphor. And believe me, with your apt descriptions, there was no need to explain what you were referring to. Well done.

[Alex Isherwood Jones]

Is this true? It sounds so soul felt.What can I think except that men may give but only women give in.Woman carries always the greater truth.

[Brad]

i believe i've been the same abusive "parent" as well, nice metaphor, and a great write to open your soul to us

[Lachenille Papillion]

I like this piece a lot. Powerful, creative, and absolutely unique.

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that's an incrediably creative piece of writing..I don't think you even needed to explain that the baby is your mind..but it's a good conclusion to your poem..this is a journey with a conscious, clever and intuitive...really enjoyed this

[JelliFyshKissUs]

You have stole my heart with this work of genius, my dear. Best work I have read so far, you are growing to maturity and it is oh so beautiful to watch. Lovely, sweetheart.

[Nina Kari]

this is tottaly wicked i love the ryhme and how you dont stick to the normal stanzas. it flows very well and yea u should be proud! this was awesome! we destroy our minds with un-needed and unwanted things and i completly understand this. wonderful!

[Robin]

you should be very proud , written in seamless ryhme and with elegant flow , but the emotion , the transcendence , your thought expressed in a way that touches the soul ... a masterpiece