The Child: Part 2

If only she knew, I understand. But, only if she knew I plan to be president of this great land. The way she cringes right now, and at the beat of her heart race. I know one day she wants to see my face. They call her name, and we get up. Mommie, I know you didn't plan ME but I've been written into your script. Listen here you doctor, get your hands away from me. Don't unwrite my script, throw away this gift, and erase all of what could be. It's not my fault you see. But, it seems before birth- death is my destiny. I hope before he does this deed, my mom hears me plead and plead. You've been on your own, for as long as you knew. But, now you don't have to be. ...so please just re-think what it is you are about to do. While abortion is a controversial topic, I wrote this poem with an ambiguous verdict of what happened to this child for a reason. You decide. It covers the controversial pros and cons of having a baby after being raped. There is the guilt and hurt versus the innocence of a child. ~Brittney