PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

PRO LIFE


Mothers will sit steadily by a hospital bed 

claiming their kids are not yet dead

knowing that it is a machiine that makes them breathe

knowing it is a machine that forces their heart to beat

 

Yet they vote PRO CHOICE 

they say a fetus isnt a child 

cuz we cant see it and it cant see us

it cant breathe on its own

its heart cant beat on its own

so its not a human 

and i dont want to be a host.

 

Our country are firm believers

that believing in what you cant see

is believeing in stupidity

Now we hide the fact that the fetus is alive

so women can sleep comfortably one more night

 

 

 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.