The Web Poetry Corner - Dina Dinsmoor - The Unborn Child
The Unborn Child
by
Dina Dinsmoor
Should they tell her
the girl with no arms
why they know she shouldnt have a child
they wondered as she played with her dolls
No, said the abortionist
we will just insist she take a pill that kills
any concived child
No, said the phychiatrist
she has too much faith
in time we can help her understand shes incapable
if not we have a special medicine for her
it will tell her brain to make her womb infertile
What if she doesnt want to take the medicine?
said the abortionist?
Dont worry, she will, said the psychiatrist
Why dont we just tell her the truth,that she is capable,
said the priest,
only that it would cause a burden for those around her?
that we could teach her to carry the child,
but it would be hard for her to defend it
She might marry, said the abortionist
We will cut off her legs, said a doctor desprately
then she will give up
What if she thinks she can adopt, said the abortionist
I know, said the abortionist, then we will just kill her
The child, said quitely upun hearing this
God said I should be allowed to lay with my husband close
If I choose to get married
If I have no freedom to give you my gift
He says I should tell you not to hurt
my mind, my body, my spirit
For she was only a small child
and could not choose her freedoms