No Worries

On a hot summer day,they laid waiting to "morally" beat us
My guileless,waifish host and I an unnamed fetus
Organs undeveloped, a still forming heart
This is my tale, here is where we start
Instead of the vacuum of eternity’s tranquil tomb
On this blistering day, I lay unaware, in the womb
The young girl who conceived me, had just been persuaded
That the life now inside her, had been “God created”
She’d come, that searing day, to unload a burden
“I can’t have this baby, of that much I’m certain.”
Frightened and alone, she had made the decision
But arrived that fateful day, to face hostility,derision
Stepping from the bus, she walked three blocks to the clinic
And was approached outside the door, by a reproductive cynic
He held in sweaty palms many pamphlets, notes and papers
One even said, as he read “there’s a place for kin of rapers”
Another man soon would join him, and he toted a large sign
It depicted a bloody fetus, and said “Abortion is a crime”
I, of course knew nothing, for you see I had no brain
But the men, on sweltering pavement, were convincing “I’d feel pain”
My young host, with hands now trembling, spoke thru flooding, burning tears
“Please stand aside, I’m not able, to deal with this for eighteen years!”
The men were forceful and persuasive, in their steadfast need to prod
Saying “You must always understand that you’ll have the help of God”
Sensing, a reluctance, they pressed ahead with well-laid plans
Telling my host, that one day, she’d be glad she took this stand
The teenage girl I was inside, implored the men, “ My Dad will beat me”
But the men, soaked in sweat, warned anew “Satan would greet thee”
Defeated and now sobbing, my young host now turned around
Proclamations of, “You won’t regret this,” she took the bus, back to town
The men shook hands in exultation, another life had just been saved
Then went on home and ate a pizza, spoke of success, perdition waved
My little host, soon turned to drugs, for the friend that she so lacked
Her secret hope, was that I’d die, if she could stay perpetually whacked
It didn’t work and I was born, gasping for breath, my lungs like peas
And now my “Mother” got down and prayed, on skinny legs and bony knees
Begging forgiveness, but also angry, imploring God to hear her voice
She spoke impassioned, impugned of justice and of her kind to have “choice”
“We are girls, and we are women, surely this you’ve always known
And our bodies, belong to no one, save ourselves, they are our own
If God is mercy, if God sees all, then take the time and see in me
My own dreams, my own fears, my own desires and my right to be free
We’re not machines or incubators but living beings traveling many paths to light
Oh please, dearest God, judge not harshly, and understand our eon’s plight”
In a room with plastic trays and feeding tubes sick babies cried
I, with lungs like peas, and tortured breath, this night I died
And my Mother, fifteen years old, would soon be charged and so indicted
Her doom and mine, eight months ago, in scorching sun, had been decided
And so she now, as before, stands alone to meet her fate
Whilst "two friends," never forgotten , prepare for battle feeling great
Armed with pamphlets, notes and papers, dead fetus signs in parking lot
Blissfully ignorant,of a girl,her life shattered,and one "forgotten" now dead tot