Hi, this is Kris, welcome to my blog. I don’t usually do back-to-back blog pieces, but I really wanted to talk to you about this topic as there are so many rallies going on right now
I have wanted to share my feelings about abortion for some time, and even though I may be a day late, that’s OK, sometimes a little voice is heard more than the voices of many. I hope this will be the case.
I would like to start with a poem I wrote which will be the only words I transcribe into this blog; the rest will be me talking because I have a lot of ground to cover. So, just look at my poem, sit back and hear what I have to say. Afterward I would certainly like to hear from you so send me an email through my blog page.
I think my poem says a lot. I’d like to suggest you read it several times.
Every time I say the words out loud, I am surprised by their power. It’s very intense, and I think it says it all right there in just a few words.
I do not write poetry. This poem came to me after watching some folks on television picketing against abortions and their counterparts preaching a “women’s right to do with her body what she wants” which makes me sick. So here is my poem because sometimes we just need to say what is in our hearts.’
I have a poem
Some say My Body, My Choice.
Then comes coupling, obscuring the voice.
one heartbeat, then there are two.
One must die, who will choose.
Little voices screaming in my head.
You can’t be here, you are dead.
Bits and pieces on the floor.
How can you stand all that gore?
My Body, My Choice.
Can’t you hear its tiny voice?
(I have attached the whole document in case you wanted the whole transcript)