My womb is
Empty
Lines slashed in
That very
Sacred place
Oh mama,
What have I
Done?
What have I
Done
In my
Moment of
Desperation?
Selfish seduction
Fruiting
Into an early
Casket
The blood is on
My
Hands.
I was too young
To be a mama
I had a full life
Ahead of me
Did my mama
State that
When she was
Made full
With me?
My womb is
Empty
The blood
Runs
Like a river
Over at the
Planned Parenthood
On
32nd and March
There is no grave
To cry over
Only a jar
Filled with
Innards
Of a life
I snuffed
Out
To save
My
Own.
(Poem by D.J. Bitter)

September 7, 2011 · Posted in Abortion Poems and Poetry, Thematic Poems and Poetry  
    

I want to live.
Why must you take my life away?
This was your choice.
And now,
There will be one less beating heart in this world.
One less person who could bring you happiness.
One less life to live its fullest.
One less person to talk to.
One less.
One less life.
You ruined someone’s life.
You could have at least let me live,
And given me away to someone who cares,
Rather than kill me physically, and you mentally.
If you didn’t want me, why’d you do it?
One less.
One less life.
(Poem by Alexa Rae)

September 3, 2011 · Posted in Abortion Poems and Poetry, Thematic Poems and Poetry  
    

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