Pro-Life, not Pro-Survive
Tethered lines spike dreaded smiles
You trudged protests for miles,
leaving behind an encrusted wound.
Spitting fallacies through clenched teeth,
you hold your tongue pretty well.
Deceitful protection and from hypocrites who are bold,
they scream “your mistakes cannot be reborn”.
A heroin mother, who was ready to expend,
only long enough for a couple of highs.
She hopes welfare will keep her afloat,
just enough for her last smoke.
No one thought about that child to be,
where their genetic predisposition stroked curiosity.
A wounded mother’s grief was solemn,
at the thought of losing something that could have been a bother.
Should we ask her if she is right,
terminating a child, she never wanted?
Or giving her baby a home,
she could never want to provide.
Smacked intensity begs court hearings,
showing bruises, she swears were justified.
keeping close, her right to bearings.
She faints opposing judgement,
tainting smiles with ease.
shuddered bone marrow grief.
yet she looks through us.
Longing for a life she never had,
bestowing her endowments to her inheritor.
Sitting between beaten fracture lines,
searching for their purpose to life.
They were dragged further than capacity,
suffering intensifying wounds.
Choking on forceful deceit,
begging for one ounce of compassion.
remembering the fault is not yours.
A smoldered child, watching dread weep,
throughout their mornings, even nights.
Wondering where food source becomes prominent,
they work under-the-table jobs, forced to feed.
All this child thought was "Who will I be,
if my DNA comes from the only one related to me?"
Never once was their neglect questioned,
curious as to where the mother sleeps in relation.
Flounced legislation, stale with pride,
neglecting education as a human right.
A mother’s actions required barred for crime,
forgetting her obligation to her Childs life.
Finally, a mother’s justice seemingly served,
forced eye contact with her wounded.
Confused with intensified disbelief,
the child questioned their value to coincide.
Begging for an ounce of regret,
this child is spiked with instantaneous theft.
and she leaves them blistered.
Watching them grieve a life they never had,
selectively forgetting Childs testimony.
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