By Felicia Zapata Finnegan
They claim that I'm just a ball of blood
without any shape or form
they called me by the name of fetus
cause I'm not yet a human formed
My life hangs by a string
attached to my would-be mom
she gives me the nourishment I need
until the day I'm born
Though it may be dark in here
and my eyes can't see
I could feel and I could cry
from the time I was conceived
I know her every move
she's careful just for me
she feels like a good mommy
I can't hardly wait to see
I know that when I'm born
her soul will bond with me
I know that she will make me
her first priority
I love my mommy very much
I know that she loves me
she'll never put herself first
without thinking first of me
[Editor's Note: In checking out a Facebook post by Blog Talk Radio show host Michelle Finnegan and happening to visit the wall of a friend they have in common, the author stumbled on a link to Kyle Garza's column published here last week ("Autonomy and altruism") and realized she had a poem to offer us to augment our discussion of the ethics of abortion.]
| Copyright © 2015 by Felicia Zapata Finnegan Ms. Finnegan was born in Puerto Rico and lives in Southern California. She considers herself a feature writer, and writes from the heart. She also paints and takes photographs to make T-shirt designs and refrigerator magnets for sale. |
An Unborn Hallmark Moment
ReplyDelete(or since when does rhyme trump reason?)
by Bob Boldt
Some call me person
although I’m just a mote.
A Kansas politician
Wants to give me the right to vote.
My grandpa raped my mama.
He said it was his right.
It’s she who now must bear me
to satisfy his delight.
Folks had better show some reason
or women will have to morn.
The right of the bearer
Must trump the rights of the unborn!
You asked since when does rhyme trump reason In my opinion since words became tools of understanding of self expression.
DeleteChange your tune!
The people of this world think evil does abound
They would have you believe
No good can be found
Unhappiness and tragedy is the message that they bring
It's obvious to me, at least they don't know my king!
There was a time in my life, I believed it too
Running scared searching for love
Nothing I could not do
Now I find that life is lovely everywhere I look
The change in my eyes came from God
His love was all it took!!!
Ah, dueling poems----it doesn't get any better than that.
ReplyDeleteWell, but what about a trio, then, Mr. Poet Ed?
DeleteHave you no verse to say upon this loaded thread?
In a war of words dealing with religion any voice of reason is far too quickly beaten to a pulp.
ReplyDeleteSo I set back, smile, open a can and take a big gulp.
"And then as I end the refrain, thrust home!"
ReplyDeleteSavinien de Cyrano de Bergerac (6 March 1619 – 28 July 1655)