a child outside, a child within
an individual reaction to the overturning of Roe v. Wade
Where is your compassion?
I see none in your reaction.
The name of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Have no place in your hateful boast.
You ignorantly celebrate a decision made
For it is not your neck that feels the blade.
You say it is for the children,
But do nothing to protect them should you want them hidden.
If they are not who you want them to be,
You cast them out into a world, into a system
That only benefits its creators
And those made in their fallen image.
You carry signs and shout abuse
To people simply walking into a clinic.
You have no clue what drives them there,
And you do not care to learn it.
What happened to loving your enemies?
What happened to taking the log out of your own eye
Before removing the speck in someone else’s?
Christ sat with sinners, rebuked the Pharisees.
You speak in generalizations
While you praise a holy exception
Mary, mother of Jesus, gave birth at, likely, thirteen.
Which was commonplace then, but that’s no longer the case.
So now, I will give you an individual.
Not holy, not immaculate, but human
With no memory of how she came to be in this state
Because, no other word for it, she was raped
Her twelve-year-old mind hid the memory
Because she was a mere child
Now growing another within
And, four months later, her body destroyed the evidence
But what if it had not?
What if she had not miscarried?
What if she had carried to term?
Or at least carried long enough to show?
She would have been expelled,
Because her school would not have her.
She would have been ostracized,
Because she must be a whore.
Even if she had been taken advantage of,
It would have somehow been her fault.
It would have had to have been
Because survivors’ words are always taken with a grain of salt.
What if it had been ectopic?
She and the baby would likely both die.
What if, what if, what if?
Possibilities are endless, because this should be decided on a case-to-case basis.
My body made the decision for me all those years ago.
Because if I had been forced, at the tender age of twelve,
To become a mother, tied forever to my violators,
I would not have survived it.
Hell, I might have ended it myself.
Because no matter what I do,
No matter how that situation could have gone (or did indeed go)
I would have always done something wrong
I would have always been the subject of scorn
I will be now, just sharing my story.
Because no matter how many times you say it is for the One Up Above
I promise you, there is no hate like Christian love.
About the Creator
Persephone Stylet
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Just a small-town girl livin' in a lonely world. Also a writer.
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I'm so sorry you suffered such a horrific experience. I hope your attacker is in prison for life and your baby is waiting for you in Heaven. :) God bless you and know that you are loved. :) <3