My Child
Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 2:32 am
Name of Piece: My Child
Copyright/credits to author: © C. Bagwell
Is the piece finished: Yes, suggestions welcomed
Rating and Reason for rating: R- Sexuality, Adult Content, Violence
Summary of Poem: (Three sentences at most) Poem is about abortion and a girl who has an abortion.
Laying here on this cold silver metal
they take you from me
scrape by scrape.
I reassure myself sixteen is too young
tears begin to fall.
A nurse leans over strokes my hair and tells me
this will end soon and
I can resume my normal
life.
My normal Life?
My normal Life?
Not asking to be conceived
you were,
in the bed of an 84 Chevy.
You have a life, a heartbeat
but no voice.
Only sixteen
what happened to my life?
Why am I laying here
letting them take yours?
And for what?
So I could be homecoming queen?
So I could keep my pack a day
which pollutes my lungs anyway?
If this is the right thing to do
why do I feel like this?
The counselor said this might happen.
Your daddy,
the gym teachers says
we can't keep you.
He says people will talk.
He says you aren't a child yet
you aren't even real
you don't breathe.
He calls you 'it'.
but to me you are Jordan.
Try to understand my child
this is for the best.
I'm not a rich person, nor educated
your daddy does not want you.
I hear you crying
I hear you in my mind.
Please don't my child
You will always live
in my heart.
Copyright/credits to author: © C. Bagwell
Is the piece finished: Yes, suggestions welcomed
Rating and Reason for rating: R- Sexuality, Adult Content, Violence
Summary of Poem: (Three sentences at most) Poem is about abortion and a girl who has an abortion.
Laying here on this cold silver metal
they take you from me
scrape by scrape.
I reassure myself sixteen is too young
tears begin to fall.
A nurse leans over strokes my hair and tells me
this will end soon and
I can resume my normal
life.
My normal Life?
My normal Life?
Not asking to be conceived
you were,
in the bed of an 84 Chevy.
You have a life, a heartbeat
but no voice.
Only sixteen
what happened to my life?
Why am I laying here
letting them take yours?
And for what?
So I could be homecoming queen?
So I could keep my pack a day
which pollutes my lungs anyway?
If this is the right thing to do
why do I feel like this?
The counselor said this might happen.
Your daddy,
the gym teachers says
we can't keep you.
He says people will talk.
He says you aren't a child yet
you aren't even real
you don't breathe.
He calls you 'it'.
but to me you are Jordan.
Try to understand my child
this is for the best.
I'm not a rich person, nor educated
your daddy does not want you.
I hear you crying
I hear you in my mind.
Please don't my child
You will always live
in my heart.