VacuumsA Poem by Marquiseabout being at the abortion clinic.. last chance to change history for the good, or for the bad...
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What does history being re-written sound like?
It sounds like vacuum cleaners. So I hope you tune them out, and hear me when I say: I would never try to change you. That's like plastering arms back on the Statue of David. Or taking Michelangelo's Hands of God and Adam and painting their pointed hands back at themselves. Mistakes are beautiful. No anti abortion pro-life organization should have to tell us. Let's take a tour of your art gallery before you walk in the operation room. Where pictures of bad memories become more priceless each time you bring up the past. Masterpieces become such not because of their age, but the story behind them. Just reconsider erasing history for moment. I would never try to change who you are. I only tried to manipulate your insecurities and turn them on each other. Creating a war of the worlds within you. Your sanity versus your monstrous dark side. That dark-side I created when I decided not to be the mature one that night. If only we knew how the decision to play God would affect us. I threw my WWJD? wristband away as I waited. I don't deserve to wear it like the soul I was born with. I never wanted to change you. Motherhood is part of your nature and here you are considering going corporate. Cheap artwork hangs in the walls of fortune 500 companies who own clinics like the one we're in. I'm sure they'd know the price of a soul. I wait and pray you remember how priceless you are. And not believe what your parents taught you. That having a baby before your time will only get you closer heaven, as years will be taken off of you. I wait. And hope you remember what your aunt told you. That ever since her decision, till this day the sound of vacuum cleaners makes her cry. We could struggle in parenthood, or we could cringe walking pass Chuckie Cheeses or attending baby-showers. The hour of a lifetime passes. She walks from out the room appearing older somehow. Before I could ask if she was okay, she leans in and whispers, "I would never try to change you, but we will change history for once." We make plans to take our unborn child to art museums. And teach him how to become a masterpiece. Hopefully he won’t grow up and confuse the sound of vacuums for the sound of history being re-written. © 2010 MarquiseFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on April 22, 2010 Last Updated on April 22, 2010 Tags: abortion vacuum love obama art h AuthorMarquisePhiladelphia, PAAboutI don't consider myself a writer because I don't write often, but I have trouble putting words together when I want to express myself verbally. Writing is the one way I can do this successfully. I lov.. more..Writing
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