Letter Fom An Aborted Child Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

LETTER FROM AN ABORTED CHILD
The day you conceived me in your womb
I greeted my creator with a thousand thanks
In your womb i laid happily and grateful
I merely died of laughter in there because
You harboured me in your womb like a god
You have a dancing shoes with nimbles soles
Whilst i have a soul of lead, the future brighter
Your intestine laughed themselves out in joy
I beheld your bloodstream beaming with smiles
In the wonderful world of a prince to be born
Their cheeks appeared as the pretty dawn of the day
Their red clothes blown in your wombs like leaves
Hidden in the full noon, the next of nature
I watched their dancing steps killing the viruses inside
i was excited to embrace the pattering of food through
Your kind placenta to the walls of my stomach
Until that day when you passed your conscience
To the land of our silent fathers to wash me away
I knew you to be a woman of easy virtue
Heard melodies are sweet but those unheard sweater
Confusion heard my dying soul wept then
I allowed my tears to clap their hands
Because i could not control you when fears
Went on and on in my little mind
My heart working like a mechanical machine
To seek and find ways to stop your evil thought
To some, women are necessary evil, now i believed
Why mother? why did you allowed your conscience ruled you?
You should have at least welcome me home
And watch what tomorrow will be like.
Perhaps i may be of help to you and the society
Howbeit you hated me with so much passion without seeing my face?
Why did you killed me like a wandering fowl whilst
Millions of women are looking for my kind?
I walk alone mother, you should have not go if you can not carry m so long and cater for me
Did you know what the future hold for me?
I walk the feeble street as though death is after me
I cried all day and night on the sleepless street of nothingness Upon the sins of humanity against the will of God.
Am sad woman for washing me away, for letting my innocent
tears dropped on the altar of sin.
Well, only the creator knows better perhaps another womb
will welcome me with joy as i go but stop the act and save lives for the future holds greater joy you can never imagine now with us

THE UNBORN
(c) JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT