Final Portfolio

Your stares

I can feel your stares

I can feel your hate,

as I sit here waiting

for the doctor to call me in.

I feel your judgment- hypocritical.

You don't know the reason,

my reason for being here.

You don't know that just

eight weeks ago,

my world crashed.

All you see is a pretty girl

waiting to abort,

not someone broken

wanting to report.

You don't wake from nightmares

of being crushed in to silence,

the word NO tearing from your lips

as tears run down your face.

This poem was really hard for me to write. This is a Pro-choice poem about a woman who was raped and became pregnant. About a woman who can't bear to have the baby of a rapist.