I've been pregnant for years But now I'm choosing abortion I was told it carried life But it was only a distortion The State, its allegiance It's just an endless devotion To a fetus of a culture That caters corrosion
The seeded conception Birthing democracy It seemed so paramount The fulfillment of prophecy But I have labored in vain There's no source of a prodigy There is no life in this womb That wasn't entombed in dishonesty
Completely indoctrinated To believe the illusion I'd follow every propagation Preached from the institution They told me how to think Gave me a constitution And then left me in despair With a lifeless resolution
And at every trimester I was examined and prodded To be sure I'd give birth Only to what they allotted I didn't think of it then How it was all so well guarded To be blind from the truth That the inside was rotted
A system deformed And completely polluted By the doctrines injected All profusely intruded Every act regulated Every decision concluded You just followed command No matter how much it wounded
The pains and the anguish The abuse and the bondage The lies and deceit All paying a homage To a culture of rape That violently responded To force its way of life And to keep you a hostage
But I am ending this burden I will sever its ties I will cut from my heart What I once idolized Because what they claimed was hope All I see now were lies A mass that is lifeless And meant to despise
I will not birth wars I will not birth hatred No more genocide I am not willing to aid it By no amount of majority Will I be changed nor persuaded Let all of history show That the State is not sacred
I mean I'm speechless. This actually broke my heart. The judgemental society don't let the victim breath peacefully. Idk , I have seen things like this . When people will start understand what is right or wrong. Maybe never. This only depends on us .
Thank you so much for writing this dude More power to your quill much respect .
heartofbabel@fromwitchpen - I am very honored to read that this has had such an influence on you. Obviously, when someone is passionate about something, it tends to be easier to write about, but doesn’t mean that said passions transfer from one to another. It can very easily feel that ideas are taken for granted, whether true of not. So, to read your comment, and see that there is understanding, if not a shared passion and complete likemindedness, it is always a humbling and yet a proud moment too! No one knows the future, but there is hope, and words (written or spoken) have already proven to be able to greatly influence the world. So as long as we write, we are able to think, and as long as we have convictions and can contemplate past our own understandings, we are able to gain further understanding, and grow in our moral convictions. So something hopeful is at least possible!
You are welcome, and I personally take it as a great honor, not only to have my writings enjoyed, but to be thanked for them. It triggers an entirely different level of appreciation!
aleenabennyChavattu koonayilium kariyilakattilum peru vazhiyilum kalayunnathinekkal nallathu venda ennu karuthumpo thanne alle.
johnettan@aleenabenny തീർച്ചയായും, ഗർഭനിരോധനമാർഗങ്ങൾ നമുക്ക് പ്രാപ്യമാണല്ലോ, ശരിയായ ഗർഭനിരോധനമാർഗങ്ങൾ നടപ്പിലാക്കിയാൽ തന്നെ പകുതി അബോർഷനുകൾ നമുക്ക് ഒഴിവാക്കാവുന്നതേ ഉള്ളൂ. എന്നാൽ ശരിയായ രീതിയിൽ അവ നടപ്പിലാക്കാത്തതാണ് ഒരു പിഞ്ചുജീവനെ പോലും നശിപ്പിക്കുക എന്ന ക്രൂരതയിലേക്ക് നയിക്കുന്നത്
"You should consider abortion as there is a high chance your child will be deformed." She was broken and hurting; she didn't want to accept this news So many conflicting emotions, pulling her back and forth Sickness plagued her fueling her depression Finally realising the severity of the matter...she made the hospital appointment.
One morning after a helpful doctors consult, she decides, "I'm going to keep this baby." I don't care; I will love and look after my baby no matter what The thought of abortion killed her inside She went home after taking the doctors advice for anti-nausea remedies She was hopeful, finally accepting, excited to be a mum again She knocked on the door, her sister comes to unlock the door and greet her The girl looks down and does her sister, shock sets in Red blood, lots of it, they look at each other in despair
First, she had to accept that she had an unwell child, that she may lose the child, or have to make that decision herself. Once accepting to love this child no matter what, she had to accept that he was now gone.
The nurse had to retrieve the baby from the toilet She was unable to look at him, not wanting to accept her reality but asked to keep him
She sits, and she mourns with her delicate baby in his tiny coffin The deformed reality of her baby sinks in; she only wanted to love him Heartbroken, seeing this incomplete child that she so desperately realised she wanted She then had to accept his fate was never in her hands
Life is a rollercoaster of emotions; you only realise what you have until it is gone; once you accept something painful, life changes.
It hurts. It's unfair. It is a process of emotions but accepting reality is the only way to live in the present
"You're having a daughter" seems like a curse to those, Who already feel burdened by the weight of her existence Unbeknownst to the haystack that can be spinned into gold They think she's just a debt, in a world where boys are seen as lucky draws Then the only reasonable thing for them seems to murder her Only for the sake of their apparently would be sabotaged present and future Never did she know what living was Neither did she get a today, nor a tomorrow Already a forgotten past, standing at the door to heaven Did they know? The culprits with blood on their hands, That even the devil himself would burn down hell at their acts of horror Because what has been done would never be justified even in the courts of hell Her heart beats never got to symbolise themselves with the love she never received Just because your eyes couldn't see the absolute brilliance of a daughter, you became the malignancy there is And so her eyes, that would have held galaxies in them, never got to see the good in this world She'd have held your hand till your last breaths Alas, but you stole even her first Her tiny delicate features would've rained you with spectrums of bliss Only if you hadn't unleashed thunders on that helpless soul Why so much hatred for the girl child She's also a human, as much worthy of love and life As much as any of the other victims violently let down by their supposed to be protectors I suppose it's rather better she escaped to the skies Than you letting her down slowly.
So , most of the ppl know abt sex-selective abortion. It is the practice of terminating a pregnancy based upon the predicted sex of the infant. It's mainly done in girl child case which means male children are more valued as compared to female children. According to me , abortion is a murder. No one has right to kill anyone before his /her birth.
As mentioned above in the poetry , a girl child is telling her feelings to her mother nd blaming her also that her mother is killing her. So .. absolutely no, in most of the cases , the mothers are forced by their family to abort the girl child. There is no intension to blame only a mother for the abortion.
Thnkyou @_aradhana di for suggesting me this topic❤️✨
An unborn child's voice appealing it's mother to let it come into this world, to give it a chance to live and love and promising to not let her down , just another perspective on abortions. . . . Disclaimer : no offense meant to anyone on any level. Everyone has a right to make their decisions as life n situations are not the same for everyone. This is just an expression of thought
An extremely long political rant. *UNPOPULAR OPINIONS* Of course I can't cover every intricately complex facet of each issue in a poem and this still excludes so much, but it's insight to a perspective. I will not defend myself in comment sections, so think and say what you want. Anger is good if used constructively. Just wanted to get people thinking.
Lots of questions to respond to Answers made friends with danger, People's world might crumble if I let them out I shut my mouth like an armored vault Thought I could bear the burden alone A dream I wish could come through.
My timid heart couldn't bear the burden Incest or rape it doesn't matter what I call it It only has one name where I come from “Taboo”, that's what it's called What story will I tell this fetus when its fully grown and ready for this world
This isn't the world I wished for this young one. My young fetus, mama will have to send you on a journey back home You don't fit in here. Mama isn't cruel, I only ran out of options