End Racially Motivated Abortions

She’s gonna
kill her baby

It should be
a hate crime

Maybe she’s afraid
someone is too
racist in her family

It shouldn’t
be a choice

to kill a baby
because it
isn’t like you

and we will never
know what she knows

Save the children
from the racists

End elective
abortion

The yellow pea
of promiscuity

As heritable as
the green one 
they call criminality.

Perhaps their
immutable design 

Could be remade
into morally pure 
perfect little peas 

Several generations
of bleached bones 

Should purge the Imbecile

Tubal Ligation
Help Make America Healthy

Broadcast over
 black and white
 console television
Fred Hogue speaks  
1941

"After having rid ourselves of yellow fever,  On our way,  to wiping
malaria off, the map 
we can now begin
to focus on the people.
Together we can 
Make this World Healthy"  

Lock me away,
hide my momentary departure from normal
mentality. 

They call us unfit,
our integrity is in
question
They probe deep,
 into our lives for that
feebleminded identity
they say,  lies dormant within my womb

Slicing away with
needles and scalpels. 
Brothers and sisters, 
white, brown and black 
cry out, into  vain darkness.   

Their voices drown, 
beneath the loud
speaker, set on stereo

"It's for your health 
And the health of 
the country
Be smart
Do your part 

Bruised and bleeding, "demons" she cried without a voice
abandoned, lost, with no support
dark clouds they painted; all the medics  
working to a hidden agenda
unfairness and abandoned ethics  
 
You could have so many choices
just manage it, and cease its pulse
an embryo  cant cry for help
the womb its harbour  
as it cant defend itself
in indecision, thinking what's the point
 
Black femininity sold, down in back street alleys
screams ignored in abortions darkroom
blank out the scan and fetal beat
the charm of tiny hands and feet
right or wrong, the consciences malaise
 
Nursing regret and forever scarred
no going back in that white heat
to take a life; a step to far
for all, arrived on earth complete
that nature never should be barred

Raped and never need a cradle
all colours are the mothers metaphor of needs
the unborn palette no rights or labels
imprison them and throw away the key
take a life so deserve a curse so fatal
 

Abortion
A sensitive word, never to be blown out of proportion  
With all the decisions, the mental choices  
One person facing and hearing mass demonstrations of voices  
This poem came to me  
For all the silent regrets, or a result of a delivered victory  
If this was you, I ask this in general, just what would you do  
 
We glance into each’s other eyes as we lay  
No time for initial foreplay  
 It’s my first time  
Two souls blending together beyond the call to change their minds  
Sperm greets egg, how do you do  
Ecstasy of gyration flowing between me and you  
Life conceived through explicit moans through and through  
Man tucks his tail between his legs and run  
Now I must look out for me, number one  
I cannot believe he just up and gone  
Left behind, feeling down, and now alone  
The once beautiful melody of my heart has turned to stone  
Weeks later  
Positive home pregnancy test, no need for a calendar translator  
No time machine to go back in time, or a Last Month Menstrual calculator  
   
Unexpected results  
Created within the bed of two consenting adults  
An internal secret now hushed  
A heavy decision falls on me to have this being, or time must be rushed  
No one to hold my hand  
Should I take a stand  
Or call him and demand him to be a man  
Calls unreturned, hang-ups on the other end  
Wow, I just found out he’s now got a new girlfriend  
He’s moved on  
Our melody is now another’s song  
An unwed mother will certainly be shunned upon  
Sense of responsibility reached out with no respond  
Day into weeks  
Refusing to meet  
No voicemails on my cell phone  
This is all so very wrong  
   
Eyes closed in shame for your brewing unethical thoughts  
Catholic religious belief from birth I’ve been taught  
Thy should not kill  
However, does this decision fit the bill  
For me to swallow this hard pill  
A bitter taste to reckon, as a heart stands still  
Of all the nights I surrendered unto him on my own free will  
Life inside patiently awaits  
As you decide its ultimate fate  
Prolife or Prochoice lingering debates  
Does anyone remember Roe versus Wade  
Still the center of a woman’s marching crusade  
Whoever knew  
Dire consequences follows the fool  
   
Time easing into the future for me to decide  
No more mental free rides  
This is your decision, and yours alone  
Nothing in life is ever set in stone  
Will halt this poem in the middle of the fork road here  
For choices and decisions of a personal nature, which sheds a human tear  
On certain issues, I will always turn my deaf ear  
I must give privacy as well as respect  
For that one person this poem has, or anyone this poem, will ever come to affect  
   
As a writer, I will never try to blanket my opinions on anyone; it’s not my creed  
But what I can tell you, I do believe  
Forgiveness to think about, let alone, do,  
Is granted from the Heavenly father; which I will never try to fill His shoes  
Whichever road you have taken it is always your silent decision to choose  

How loved are you
because you  
 
were born of
convenience?
 
Even keeping you  
around after birth
 
was optional
 
Imagine if
instead
 
you were so
essential  
 
strangers fought
to make sure
 
it wasn’t  
optional
 
or merely  
convenient
 
or because you  
fit narrow desires

for you to be  
carried or raised
 
but because  
you were  
 
inherently  
 
the foundation
of all they valued?

Hide now dear unborn
They are coming for you
They'll crucify you
And burn you at the stake...

Die now mojaki
An abomination carried into this world
You are not our kind,
I'll never be labelled a traitor to my kind.

You can never be black enough
Be accepted in my world,
In this world it's your kind against mine
Bringing you into this world is nothing but treason of the highest kind.

Mojaki your father is white
My family never accepted him
How do you expect them to accept you?
His family never wanted me
How can they ever love you?.

Mojaki, it's only love if it's two common people
Your is nothing more than just an obscene disgrace,
A bugbear of a curse.
You'll be the black sheep of the family.

Which ancestor will you pray to?
The one that killed my ancestors
Or the one who was a slave to yours?

Mojaki I'm eating this abortion pill
Not to kill you,
But to preserve our ways to preserve life itself
Mojaki, not all five fingers are equal
Yours is the lesser one.