Run for the hills! It's poetry!!!
New One Little One
Tuesday February 13, 1996 - my baby was a few days short of her second birthday
Sometimes, when we are together
All wrapped up in joy
Blissful dance
Sometimes we come together
And we are one
Once again
Like before
I look at you looking at me
Smiling
And I wonder what you will grow up to be
New one, little one
You get bigger every day
More and more aware
Seasons change
Saturdays and birthdays
fly on the wind
little one
My heart's arrow
Aimed at the future
Fly high, Fly far
And be not afraid.
And sometimes remember (me)
When you were the child
New one, little one
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and another one, much less "happy", with the same year on it
No Choice At All
The circled day came and went like any other
I knew deep in my heart
Exactly what it meant
It scared me to my bones
A moment of desire threw logic to the ground
Until consequenses
Transpired
And crashed into my home
Call it freedom of choice
But it's no choice at all
I can barely carry three
and a fourth will make me fall
I can't afford to quit my job
I can't raise a child alone
There is only one thing I can do
And it's no choice at all
Abortion
Termination
Call it what you will
I didn't have a condom
I wasn't on the pill
The sponge is off the market
The shot just makes me ill
There's only one thing left to do
It's not a choice at all
I'm thirteen
I'm thirty
I'm single
I'm not. But I already have a bunch of kids
I don't want to go on welfare
I'm getting a divorce
This pregnancy could kill me
My child could get HIV
I don't have enough money
There's just one desperate thing to do
And it's no choice at all
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