Pro-Choice

                           What is this thing....residing in me?
                                          I want it out.
                            They said it could be President.
                           They said I should have this burden.
                                          Why is that?
                      The pain...it was so intense, it kept me up at night.
                              The laws say I must keep it in me.
                                Even though I am only thirteen.
                                            Please, help me.
                                   A bad man put it inside of me.
                            He's away, locked up for ever and ever.
                                 But his face will be on this....thing....
                              And I have to bring it into the world alone.
                            Mommy....it hurt. It hurt...so much....
                                  Why do I have to live with this?
                                I'll see his face when the thing laughs.
                                         He'll be laughing at me.
                                 I couldn't take the pain....I'm sorry....
                              No one wanted to help me get rid of it.
                              They called me a Godless whore and a quitter.
                    So I decided to cut out the pain by myself...with a coat hanger.
                            Now, I'm looking at the blood spreading around me.
                     And the thing, still screaming, is writhing on the coat hanger.
                                                 I took it out.
                                     I'm sorry, but I couldn't take it.
                          I'm starting to feel dizzy....I've lost too much blood.
                       As I fall to the floor, I look at the thing writhing beside me.
                                                   It's a boy.