Taken

In this poem, author Ayisha Blevins, expresses the emotions of a young man who lost his unborn child to abortion.

 

 

 

As I put pen to paper

I cry my eyes out

I tear my heart from my body

I just want to blow out my lights.

 

People say your just a parasite

They say your not a human being

Because they think since you don't have a soul

Then your not worthy to live.

 

I would have taken care of you

I would have gotten married to your mother

If I thought it would have made her keep you

If I could have held you in my arms once.

 

Yes I'm an idiot for not using protection

But I was swept up in the moment

Didn't think about the consequences

When I was on the ride of my life.

 

I saw you on the monitor

How can people say your not a real being?

I've seen babies being born and surviving at three months old

So how are you not a human being?

 

I would have raised you by myself

Worked two jobs to support the both of us

All she had to do was keep you inside her for nine months

Then she could have signed away her rights.

 

But here I am in the waiting room

Bawling my eyes out because she killed you

Fathers don't have any rights to their kids

Because it's in the woman's body.

 

Doesn't it take two people to make a baby?

Doesn't it take two people to be in love?

Sometimes I just want to kill myself

Tell you over and over how much I tried to save you.

 

Precious son

Precious daughter

Whatever you may have been

Please know I did my best to save you.

 

I love you my little dead baby

I don't care what doctors or courts say

To me you were a human being

To me you were taken.

 

I don't know the pain you suffered

As you were ripped violently from your mother's womb

She was supposed to be your safety net for nine months

Where did I go wrong?

 

I feel like such a failure

I feel like I should have known better

She could have told me she was getting an abortion

I would have paid her any amount of money for you to be still alive and with me.

 

As the years pass in utter darkness

I tune out from the world

Seeing all the other little kids with their parents

Is like a bullet going into my heart.

 

It opens up old wounds I thought had healed

Brings old memories to the surface of my mind

I've suffered depression ever since you were taken

Several times I've tried to end it all.

 

But what would suicide accomplish?

It wouldn't do anything except bring more pain

Yet how can I possibly go on in this life

You were all that mattered to me.

 

I saw her in the park last night

I couldn't believe my eyes

There she was smiling with her new husband

And a new baby in her arms.

 

Why I ask myself in silence

When did you decide to have kids again

You never wanted them before

You never cared about my dead baby.

 

When you died in pain

And she came out smiling like a big weight had been lifted off her shoulders

A part of me died with you that day

Though I wasn't buried or thrown in the trash like you were.

 

My precious son

My precious daughter

Whatever you may have been

Just know that I loved you and always will.

Author's Note

This poem will be in my upcoming poetry & short story book, Sands of Time.