Pro "Life"

You say you are pro life,
yet you shove your beliefs
down my throat, not stopping
even when my body has fallen limp
on your cloth covered altar where
you have ‘saved’ me, shown me Jesus

Hold on, buckle up, and
keep your hands inside
your ride to a reality check.
Your savior Jesus never
wanted this kind of life,
a life of your shit being shoved down my throat, for me.

You say you are pro life,
yet you choked me until the whites of my eyes
faced your lies of God and grace being poured
into the fetuses that have been aborted.
You claimed those fetuses could have cured cancer
or taken us to a new level of humanity.
Had you given me the chance,
I would have reminded you of
Charles Manson, John Wayne Gacy,
Adolf Hitler, Osama Bin Laden.

But would you have listened, because I’m sure
your white-washed-holier-than-thou Christianity
led you to vote for your piss-poor excuse of a president,
despite his distasteful disrespect
for your “wherever,” much like the “wherever”
that, unfortunately, granted him life.

Don’t get me wrong,
I was raised in a God fearing family,
my ass sat through an hour of mass,
numbed by old wooden pews,
my lungs were smothered by incense.
I was baptised, received first
communion, and was confirmed.
I sang the hymns, know the
prayers backwards and forwards.

Hail Mary, full of grace.
Our Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb—
did you choose to keep the “fruit,”
knowing he would die for ungrateful humans
who stomp on my rights?

I see my body, limp on your pure white altar,
the crooked smile on your face,
and I cannot help but wonder,
if the fetus who was aborted
while you wasted your energy ‘saving’ me,
escaped a life of abuse, because the mother
only knew the love of a drunken fist at 3 a.m.

You say you are pro life,
but I don’t see you signing up
to adopt the child born because
mom couldn’t defend herself
against her rapist. Or the child
born because birth control was
too expensive and so was the abortion.
Both now living in and out of a system
of foster homes that cannot afford
them the love their broken bodies need.

I wonder if you attended the funeral of the girl
in her senior year of high school,
who died because her pregnancy was unwanted,
and the man who knocked her up was so angry
he beat her to death.

You say you are pro life,
but I don’t see any life
left in the eyes of a child
who is unwanted, unloved, and beaten.
Do you?