Pro- Choice was a joke to me,
I learned that when I was young.
I myself was pregnant,
when I heard that word, it stung.
I was seventeen, a reckless young girl,
who with the love of my life, thought I could take the world.
But I was wrong, as I soon found out,
I had no idea, what life was really about.
There was suddenly this pain coursing through my stomach,
this thing was inside of me, and at first I didn't want it.
I talked to my 'boy friend', the one who I thought loved me,
but he left when he found out, he found another woman to cling.
I was all by myself with this leech in my system,
but I still didn't want it, can't they see that I’m the victim?
My parents understood, as well as my friends,
So I would get an abortion, no guilt I felt then.
The abortion clinic was small, it felt rather nice,
though the AC blew, it made me as cold as ice.
I scheduled an appointment, for the same time next week
I left the clinic, feeling a heavy weight upon my feet.
I went to the park just to stop and be alone,
then I saw a little boy, throwing his dog a bone.
He had the brightest blue eyes, the shone like the sun
I wondered if my child would be as cute as that one.
I later made a choice, before the week was up,
that I would keep the thing inside of me, it was my fault I fucked.
Yes, it was my fault as much as it was his,
but he wasn't there, so blaming him was pointless.
I knew the risk of having a child at a young age,
but this was a chance I felt I couldn't toss away.
I told mother and father that I planned to support myself,
that I would keep the child, with or without their help.
I told my friends as well, but the judged me too,
as did my parents, they disagreed with the news.
People started to hate me, they called me a slut,
they said I slept around, that I loved to get fucked.
The baby started to show, and things went to hell,
my mother and father hated me, in silence I could tell.
Teachers and staff ignored me, I think they called me dumb,
the hatred was painful, but it only had begun.
I wanted to keep the child, it was my choice was it not?
So why did they force me, to get that lethal painful shot?
I was Pro-choice, because I wanted to keep that life,
but they told me to kill it, they told me it was my right.
The abortion was successful and things went back to normal,
people were my friends again, we were casual not formal.
My dad went back to calling me his special little girl,
my mom still joked how I thought I ruled the world.
I was Pro-Choice, because I thought I had my own mind,
that I could control the life, that was growing from the inside.
But I guess I was wrong, because I’ve seen the hate.
When you decide to choose life, when you pick your own fate.