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Click hereA dark rewrite of Prince's classic 80's hit When Doves Cry
Mama, dig if you will the picture
Of me growing inside of you
No bigger at this moment then your fist
The smooth soft skin of your soon to expand belly covers me
Can you my mama...can you picture this?
Dream if you can of
An operating room
An ocean of blood coating my once powerful bloom
Doctors strike with curious weapons
They seek to sever
Sever the cord between me and you
Chorus
How can you just throw me away like this?
So very cruel
So very cold
Maybe you think I'd be just too demanding
Maybe you think I'll turn out like my father too bold
Maybe you're afraid mother that I'll be just like you
Never satisfied
Why do you and daddy screaming so loud at each other?
Tell me, mother, if you can
Is this what it sounds like when abortions cry?
Touch if you will your stomach
Feel how I tremble so very afraid inside
I've got the butterflies all stirred up
Please, please think before you make a choice that sends me forever away
Remember mama, even abortions have souls
How can you just throw me away like this?
So very cruel
So very cold
Maybe you think I'd be just too demanding
Maybe you think I'll turn out like my father too bold
Maybe you're afraid mother that I'll be just like you
Never satisfied
Why do you and daddy screaming so loud at each other?
Tell me, mother, if you can
Is this what it sounds like when abortions cry?
2008 Ramona Thompson
While I agree With NJ and 1201 on the difficulty of the subject, I can't disagree with Anon on the disparaging nature of the poem towards others perspectives. We all live within the confines of our world: our values our beliefs, and deserve basic human respect.
No 'Mamas just throw their babies away'. Any decision a young woman, not 'a mama', must make if she is not ready to have a baby is very difficult to say the least. And this poem is more like a march for the anti abortion at all cost propaganda - no abortion regardless of rape incest health or age. Back to the cave we go.
for this I have a 5. For the nerve to write it. I am familiar with that particular song, can hear it in my head. I think maybe some tweaking on the rhythm, but otherwise a good fit.
some of your work in the past makes me leery of your work, always, but after I read the new poems review, I decided to at least see what you had up today.
best wishes, NJ