A genetic armlock

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