Pro-Life Poem by Randy McClave

Pro-Life



She is 12 and she was violently raped
Now her future is forever shaped,
She is now forced to become a mother
Maybe carrying the child of her father or brother,
Or maybe it was a neighbor or a stranger
Who put her life and mentality in danger,
And now a child is carrying a child
And now everyone calls her wicked and wild,
They say that her being raped was her own fault
And if she wanted to she could of told her body to halt,
But, it was because of the clothes that she was wearing
And also the way that she was talking and staring,
They say that her rape wasn't because of men
It was all because of her gender that created the sin,
Now inside of her is a memory and a hate that is growing
And that feeling only she is truly knowing,
It is easy for me to say if I were in her shoes
An abortion I would never consider or choose,
But, then I could say if I wore a black man's skin
Racism, I would never see as a crime or a sin,
But, if any female is raped indeed
And if she is impregnated by the rapist seed,
They now will all say that she is cheap and sleazy
And also a wanting tramp and very easy,
They soon forget about the unforgivable crime
Now they say with her you can always have a good time,
And those men who refused to wear a mask
Are the ones who say to wear a condom is a useless task,
No government or person can tell them what to wear
Either on their face, or way down there,
They now say that she can't have an abortion ever
So, that tie and memory of her rapist she can't ever sever,
Do you think that Jesus wanted one of his children molested
Do you think that a rape he had requested,
To rape a female is a whisper from the Devil
And when it occurs Satan will always revel,
She now won't be able to entertain or enjoy her youth
Every person will dig up her past like a filthy sleuth,
They will always point at her and will always whisper
'Don't ever be a tramp like her',
Now her young life is being quickly destroyed
And now she'll spend the rest of her life being paranoid,
She must now carry the child at full term is her only opt
Strange thing is, that at 12 she can't even adopt.

Randy L. McClave

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Randy McClave

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Ashland, Kentucky
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