The Mother: Part 1

I sit here in this clinic, the inside of me cringes. I don't know if that's me, or whatever this is inside of me. Boy- Girl I don't know, and I don't plan to find out. I would have other things to think about. I had to scrap this little money, this debate-ably murder money to do this legal killing. It's like I have the well, now they'll do the drilling. You can't understand this feeling. I know I laid there...really I fought it as I could. But, I'm trying to at least now give a care, as I should. It is not your fault little one. Because you had no play in this, you are just the product of what was done. I don't want to bring a child into this ol' world, and not be able to provide for my little boy or little girl. That man? No he doesn't even know. Emotion? I honestly don't think he would show. I can't cry - too much pride. I've been on my own since as long as I knew, and that man raped me...so abortion is all I know to do.