Telling Poem by Eleanor Lukach

My stomach had an ever so slight bubble, bubble.
My nerves however, dwarfed any belly that I had.
I had to tellmy boyfriend, boyfriend.

I worked up the courage, told him;
"We're having a baby, baby."

He looked at me.
I smiled, smiled.
He just looked back.
I watched his eyes, eyes.
I knew he was unhappy.
He acted like he was just shocked, shocked.
Oh, I knew.
I knew. knew.
He didn't want to have a baby.
For the rest of dinner, dinner
I listened to the sounds of cheery people in the restaurant.

Abort it, it?
I go to a clinic.
A woman said hello, hello.
I sit in a chair.
Walked into the room, room.
No.
No, I can't do that, that.

I leave, the woman yelling goodbye after.

She did end up dying inside me, me.
I miscarried.
I learned she was a she, she.

I wish I had never wanted to kill her.

A few months after, after,
I decided to adopt a child.
One that I could protect, protect.
I called an adoption agency.
They said that an unmarried mother was not an ideal household, household.

I told Jason
What the adoption agent said, said.
After a month, he proposed.
The same nice restaurant I told him I was pregnant in, in.
I know he remembered.
He wanted to make sure he hadn't ruined the place for me when I was the one who had big news, news.
We got married quickly.

I called the agency again.
They didn't turn me away this time, time.
A little Moroccan girl stayed the night in our home.
I left a little bear on her bed, bed.
When she came down for breakfast in the morning it was in her arms.
It was a good fit, fit.

She told me she had a little brother.
He was also up for adoption, adoption.
Why wouldn't I adopt him too?
Jason knew it was no good to argue, argue.

So I ended up with two kids.
A year after being pregnant, pregnant.
Amina, Kadin, Jason and Me
I am ten times stronger, stronger.
With a new baby on the way.
I hope it's a girl, girl.