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on March 10, 2021
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UNWANTED LIFE
Poem by Shawna Normali
"There were no balloons announcing:
'It's a boy!'
No sounds of laughter,
no tears of joy.
No little onesies marked zero to three.
No warm blankets soft and fluffy....
It was a little past five
when a little boy
was born alive,
a botched abortion,
an unwanted life.
Before the doctor could do
what he needed to do
the little guy had pushed his way through.
About the same time his mother came to;
with me still holding the baby,
the doctor 'nudged me from the room.
We walked down the hall far enough from there with me muzzling his cries so she wouldnt hear.
The doctor said put him in here
as he held out a tub
so I layed him inside
still covered in blood.....
Then I listened to the doctor tell her
it all went as planned
then I confirmed it with a smile
and a pat on her hand.
It was after seven when she left to go home
not knowing her baby was alive and alone.
With medical attention, the baby would thrive...
but protected by new law we just left him to die.
With the lid on the bin, we could still hear his cries as we closed the door and turned out the lights.
We went home like we always did
but if I could go back he wouldnt be dead.
And now memories of him fill me with regret,
his little face forever stuck in my head.
How I found him the very next day
his body once pink was now a shocking blue gray.
He looked so helpless in that cold plastic bed,
his body covered in dried blood
his hair matted to his his head.
What sticks out the most was seeing him naked didn't he at least deserve a blanket?
His eyes wide open seemed to stare
right through me
which left me feeling so terribly empty.
And the fear on his face as he struggled to breathe the doctor and I both pretended not to see;
a result of choise being placed above humanity.
I'm not talking about a woman's choice
I'm talking about a little infant
who didn't have a voice.
I'm not talking about a woman's right
but a tiny human being a valuable life.
I am talking about an infant, not quite a day old
with big round eyes and his mother's nose.
With ten little fingers and ten perfect toes.
With a head full of hair that curled around his ears and chubby little cheeks wet with tears.
He was never given a name
he was never measured or weighed.
He died sometime in the night
scared and alone and too weak to fight.
This happens more often
than they want you to know,
former employees will tell you it's so.
If this doesn't bother you and
you think it's okay
then keep doing what you've been doing
and look the other way.
I just hope I made you see
it's not a womans body
it's a completely seperate being.
But if you think life is more vauable than choice
then stand up and fight.
Lift up your voice!
Innocent blood has now covered this land
leaving us all with red-stained hands."
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