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Abortion
A sensitive word, never to be blown out of proportion
With all the decisions, the mental choices
One person facing and hearing mass demonstrations of voices
This poem came to me
For all the silent regrets, or a result of a delivered victory
If this was you, I ask this in general, just what would you do
We glance into each other's eyes as we lay
No time for initial foreplay
It’s my first time
Two souls blending together beyond the call to change their minds
Sperm greets egg, how do you do
Ecstasy of gyration flowing between me and you
Life conceived through explicit moans through and through
Man tucks his tail between his legs and run
Now I must look out for me, number one
I cannot believe he just up and gone
Left behind, feeling down, and now alone
The once beautiful melody of my heart has turned to stone
Weeks later
Positive home pregnancy test, no need for a calendar debater
No time machine to go back in time, or a Last Month Menstrual calculator
Unexpected results
Created within the bed of two consenting adults
An internal secret, now hushed
A heavy decision falls on me to have this being, or time must be rushed
No one to hold my hand
Should I take a stand
Or call him and demand him to be a man
Calls unreturned, hang-ups on the other end
Wow, I just found out he’s now got a new girlfriend
He’s moved on
Our melody is now another’s song
An unwed mother will certainly be shunned upon
Sense of responsibility reached out with no respond
Day into weeks
Refusing to meet
No voicemails on my cell phone
This is all so very wrong
Eyes closed in shame for your brewing unethical thoughts
Catholic religious belief from birth I’ve been taught
Thy should not kill
However, does this decision fit the bill
For me to swallow this hard pill
A bitter taste to reckon, as a heart stands still
Of all the nights I surrendered unto him on my own free will
Life inside patiently awaits
As you decide its ultimate fate
Prolife or Prochoice lingering debates
Does anyone remember Roe versus Wade
Still the center of a woman’s marching crusade
Whoever knew
Dire consequences follows the fool
Time easing into the future for me to decide
No more mental free rides
This is your decision, and yours alone
Nothing in life is ever set in stone
I will halt this poem in the middle of the fork road here
For choices and decisions of a personal nature, which sheds a human tear
On certain issues, I will always turn my deaf ear
I must give privacy as well as respect
For that one person this poem has, or anyone this poem, will ever come to affect
As a writer, I will never try to blanket my opinions on anyone; it’s not my creed
But what I can tell you, I do believe
Forgiveness to think about, let alone, do
Is granted from the Heavenly father; which I will never try to fill His shoes
Whichever road you have taken it is always your silent decision to choose
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It is College Week, and parents this was a big epidemic when I was attending Nursing School, students getting pregnant and the threat to their academic endeavors became questionable. Some college students were faced if they should confine in telling their parent (s) or just remain quiet, then other questions a student must ask, what options are available. Therefore, mothers, please make sure you discuss these potential barriers with your daughter(s) about if they are mature enough to engage in an intimate affair, then make sure you discuss the risks of an unwanted pregnancy, STD's, the responsibility of raising a child while attending college. Or use some form of latex prophylactic, paired with some form of Family Planning method, only if they are persistent in their quest, be proactive in your children's adult lifestyle, please.
