Could You Imagine It? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Would I or could I be supportive,
Of a child of mine blinded by sex...
And barely in their teens,
To have yet experience life!
Then to get pregnant?
With a doing of it without knowing,
What it is like to endure suffering...
Day and night?
With a hope everything will turn out right?
NO!
I would or could not be supportive.

'Is that it? '

I could tell you where to go,
Where the devil sits!
But I wont.
Since God has already spared me,
To declare that blessing for me not to be.

'Could you imagine it? '

No!
No more than I can imagine myself,
Sitting in prison for the rest of my life...
Because a child disrespected,
Not only me but my decision.

'And what decision would that be? '

The only cap adorned I want to see worn,
Is on my child's head at a graduation ceremony.
And any daughter of mine I see breaking down in tears,
Will be after she's been awarded a Doctorate's Degree.

'Do you have any children? '

Didn't you hear me say...
I can not imagine myself sitting in prison?
For the rest of my life...
Since God has already spared me,
To declare that blessing for me not to be.