“Mommy, don’t make me!
Don’t keep me and hate me.
Your poisoned womb
tears my soul.
Please let me go.”
“Child, it will be alright.
I’ll give you to outraged strangers
who have prayed for your life.”
“No, Mommy. Don’t you see?
I am your destiny.
Release me from mortal penitence. Do what you must.
In this tiny voice, put your trust.
Grieving, set my spirit free.
You know this is meant to be.
We both know how much you care.
This choice is your cross to bear.”