My Dad Made Me Do It (MelBelle's Challenge)

Fourteen years old standing at the steps of the abortion clinic Crowds of protestors surround me and scream daggars of hatred at me I wanted to carry this child and give it up for adoption to a good family that would bring this baby happiness but my father, afraid to tarnish his reputation made my decision for me All alone at this Hell no one to comfort me or tell me I'm alright Only tomentors who scream at me and tell me I'm the devil's spawn Alone and scared my father nowhere in sight For he could not show his face here for fear it might bring a bad odor to his name But my feeble legs make their way to the door My appointment is at 3:00 I must not be late in case they turn me away and I face another beating from my dearest Daddy My fear is unmatched and my guilt is overwhelming but what choice do I have? I make my way to the counter but I can't state my name instead I turn around and walk out the door into the sunlight to hear crowds cheering me on pats on the back while people tell me I've made the right choice I pull the money out of my purse the money my Dad gave me for this abortion and I head toward the bus stop I am going to have this baby I will go to a motel see an adoption agency in the morning and then I'm headed to my Grammy's place the one who always stood behind me no matter which way it would lead me and she will take care of me until this baby is born I WILL have this baby This baby WILL have a good life with a good family! Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 05 2002 04:41 AM PST   0 • 9