I think it’s funny how it’s always my life, my responsibility and my body Until there’s a fetus involved then it’s up to everybody
“She should keep it”
“she’s too young, she’s too scared”
“that whore got what she deserved”
“look at for the prego over there”
They cast judgement faster their Instagram likes
Give hatred a winky faced smile than walk on right by
Glorify the body positively of a posted half naked in the right light
But throw shade on me when I am sitting here fighting for a life
I’m drowning in silence, as the two stripes appear
How am I gonna tell my father
Will it’s father even be around here
I’m screaming through my silence,
then my voice cracked and shakes off the fear the option to get rid of it seems the only thing that is clear
That is until I felt
The very next day; I threw up in the bathroom then turned and walked away
Is this my baby and my child or the worst mistake of my life,
Where’s a god when you need him,
I need to take control of this fight
Days turn to a week and my visions getting blurry
My belly starts to stretch, and needs to make this discussion in a hurry
I walk into that clinic,
confusing my tears for rain,
hold firmly to the table and for once in my life pray
Walking out of the clinic was even harder than walking in
I refuse to look in mirror
God where do I begin
All I wanted was some refuge
A helping hand at most
But what I got was hatred and silence,
so much judgement it slit throats
A beautiful baby girl laid down her own life,
I cut my own wrist because I was the little girl that died,
Society gave me no choice
But instead gave me a double edge blade
Told me to grab on tight,
Told me they would support me, do what’s best for my life
Then gasp in surprise as I was bleeding out
Tell me doll is this what pro-choice and pro-life was supposed to be all about.
