I've been pregnant for years
But now I'm choosing abortion
I was told it carried life
But it was only a distortion
The State, its allegiance
It's just an endless devotion
To a fetus of a culture
That caters corrosion
The seeded conception
Birthing democracy
It seemed so paramount
The fulfillment of prophecy
But I have labored in vain
There's no source of a prodigy
There is no life in this womb
That wasn't entombed in dishonesty
Completely indoctrinated
To believe the illusion
I'd follow every propagation
Preached from the institution
They told me how to think
Gave me a constitution
And then left me in despair
With a lifeless resolution
And at every trimester
I was examined and prodded
To be sure I'd give birth
Only to what they allotted
I didn't think of it then
How it was all so well guarded
To be blind from the truth
That the inside was rotted
A system deformed
And completely polluted
By the doctrines injected
All profusely intruded
Every act regulated
Every decision concluded
You just followed command
No matter how much it wounded
The pains and the anguish
The abuse and the bondage
The lies and deceit
All paying a homage
To a culture of rape
That violently responded
To force its way of life
And to keep you a hostage
But I am ending this burden
I will sever its ties
I will cut from my heart
What I once idolized
Because what they claimed was hope
All I see now were lies
A mass that is lifeless
And meant to despise
I will not birth wars
I will not birth hatred
No more genocide
I am not willing to aid it
By no amount of majority
Will I be changed nor persuaded
Let all of history show
That the State is not sacred
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Finding it difficult to cope with the overarching imagery/analogy HoB, but there's a solid crit. in there well argued in strong verse. For that aspect - Thanks.
I’d offer an apology, but it would not be wholly sincere. I assure you though, that I did in fact stretch quite a bit within my comfort and personal convictions, as I was experimenting with writing this poem. It was designed to to be sickening, because while infanticide is utterly appalling, so very much too is the system of authority (far too often tyrannical and genocidal in its own right) that is enforced over us.
You don’t have to agree with what I just said, but at least you can comprehend where I am coming from and my reasoning behind it. I appreciate your comment, it is always pleasant to hear when someone finds something that you did, to be done well, even if it is just in part. So, thank you!
I definitely understand where you are coming from. However if the motivation is to communicate, then awareness of the ability of those receiving the message to absorb it, has to be a part of the equation.
My argument here is that the subject of abortion, and especially the use of that very term as your title may well have put up an insurmountable barrier to many of those who had to make a choice as to whether to view or not.
Believe me - I charge through people's feelings in my poetic clodhoppers sometimes too - so you are not alone.
Very true!
But if I am being completely honest with myself, I would have to admit that the point really wouldn’t be to communicate a message to anyone else.
Writing, for me, has really been more for self-entertainment, self-development, a means of contemplation, self-discussion and sometimes merely talking about something that I do not see society addressing that I may find concerning or at least something important to be aware of, then any other thing.
Wrong or not, at the heart of my own belief, I don’t believe that most people care at all about the contents of my poetry, so I can’t sit here and pretend that getting my point across is the focal point or even a remote objective.
But, that being said, the idea that if I were to die tomorrow, would I truly want everything I’ve written to fade away? It actually becomes an interesting question, because you battle with the ideas of self-worth, meaning, purpose, desire and so on, and I can answer in duality, both yes and no.
And then, after all that, in the end I say, “Screw it! It might be fun!”, and so entertainment wins, and any relationship or interaction is a bonus. I’m not here to convince the world, I’m just bored.
Yes - you map your ambivalence very well here, and particularly your penultimate paragraph gives voice to the kind of questions I also have asked myself (I'm sure we are not the only ones).
However, given that you do put your poetry here or wherever, then you are communicating, as you are now, then why not utilise the 'yes' part of the equation to give it some meaning to the recipient.
If nothing else, look at the title, so blunt when in essence the piece is not about abortion at all - even 'The State, an Abortion" would have been better, not good, but better.......
Well, to answer the part about the title, it is my rebellious side that gets the better of me there. The boy who understands the risk, yet chooses to poke the hornets nest anyway!
Because what is more thrilling, noticing the hornets nest and simply walking away, or poking it to see how society disrupts?! It is merely an act of self-entertainment and adventure, albeit maybe a bit immature.
Good luck then - 'see you next time........
Regarding Democracy .I feel the same at times but choices are little Very nicely penned
“Choices” seems like a misnomer, it would feel more accurately called the absence of choice. Thanks for the feedback, I do appreciate it!
I honestly love the visceral and sickening imagery, you convey the pain of deceit and hypocrisy so very well.
"The pains and the anguish
The abuse and the bondage
The lies and deceit
All paying a homage
To a culture of rape
That violently responded
To force its way of life
And to keep you a hostage"
Utter props to you for writing so beautifully about such sordid topics. I think the flagrant juxtaposition of the title and the messages conveyed is fitting, all things considered. Then again, I might be biased as I tend to write in a similar fashion.
Thank you so, for taking time out of your day to share this comment with me, I truly appreciate it. I am flattered by your compliments of my writing, and it brings me a bit of joy to know that you enjoyed parts of it.
If it is a bias that persuades you, I am glad that you have it. Elements of a kindred soul are always a pleasantry. You make the world more interesting that way! I will have to make it a priority to check out more of your writings, I believe I have only gotten to read tarot thus far. Thanks again.
I hadn't had the time to read your work so I went through it last night, kindred spirits indeed. I haven't posted more of my darker stuff just yet, I wasn't sure it would resonate but I will probably be doing so shortly.
Just thought I'd share some needed positivity, I write from a place of catharsis so the pain that saturates your poetry resonates deeply for me. Don't let the negative comments stop you from sharing more 🙂
Well, I am looking forward to seeing your future written expressions, and the darker side, as you get the chance to share them! I truly appreciate the positive vibes and the encouragement, it is personally meaningful to me, so thank you!
I'm slowly but surely introducing my darker stuff, the poem Marionette that I posted today is just the beginning. Your poetry inspired me to open up more and not care if it's "too dark" or what have you. So thank you for that. Pretty poetry is overrated 😛
The way I see it, we have the ability to let ourselves be expressed (in almost a completely anonymous fashion, if we so chose), on a global scale. That being the case, anyone should be able to find a comfortable place to be able to show those expressions. Taking that into consideration, the hesitancy, or possibly even the fear of rejection, should really be significantly negated by the realization that somewhere, there will be someone who shares at least something in what you express. For a more simpler concept (specifically regarding darker interests), look at the popularity of True Crime podcasts… people be starving for that (shē-ət)!
I confess, without any shame, I can throw down a pretty poem every once in a while. But is it the culmination of everything that I find beautiful in the universe, absolutely not! So you shine those radiant dark omens of emotion, friend, and let those easy to offense and repulsion live their silly own way!
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