This little poem is offerred, in the spirit of being pro-choice – it is lovingly offered to those being denied the choice. The choice of whether they want to live and breathe, to love and be loved. The greatest moral tragedy unfolding in history is the legalized slaughter of our unborn babies. To those silent cries, I dedicate this:
Who am I?
Who am I?
I am the one denied the dawn
the one without an embrace
The sun my skin will not warm
the rain won’t dance on my face
Who am I?
I am the weakest of them all
The one without a voice
My dreams destined to fall
My hopes hostage to “choice”
Who am I?
I am the one who will not be allowed
to smile at the moon, to frown at the cloud
Nobody gave me the benefit of the doubt
Nobody gave me the chance to shout
I am the one given no room
my life snuffed out….. from womb, to tomb
It could have been you, instead of me
Denied a voice, by some decree
It could have been you, instead of me
Never knowing what it is to be free.
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Beautiful! Here is one that I wrote back in the early ’90’s. It was published in a local RTL newsletter at the time:
“Choice”
“Choice they holler in the streets,
the choice to still a heart that beats,
the choice to stamp out unheard cries
that echo upward through the skies.
To kill the babies –
to murder and tear –
is the ‘choice’ women long for everywhere.
But what choice is this
for the small and the weak,
when their voices are silenced
before they can speak?”
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