Baby, I'm A Want You

Baby, I’m A Want You
I just found out
a plus on a pee stick,

Your daddy left
us yesterday
for Phoebe
best friends
since kindergarten

i guess not

Your daddy
kissed me on
the forehead,
to say good-bye

i hope you are
nowhere
near
the bulldozer
that recently flattened
the dripping
heart

he used to say,
“i love you.”

now, her body will be
alot skinnier than mine

but your daddy

used to like
that killer tattoo
of a rose
on her breast,

It doesn’t matter
that i’m 17,

i wanted to toss
my deflated soul
on mom’s
shoulder
i see the cheville
out in the drive way

out of luck,
mom made up
with Chaz
who didn’t want me around
then,

he uses,

we’re better off.

On the corner

of Blackstone and Shaw,
protestors
holding up signs
there’s a Planned Parenthood,
i’ll never take you there

Mrs. Luna,

said in Biology
last year
your head
would be smaller
than a pins

i know you’re
not just
cells

you are life.
my life.

years ago,
Mia’s elbow
used to pierce
through
the universe
of mom’s
stretched flesh
her yawns
and hiccups
we felt
with our palms

Mia is 11

curly brown hair
and no dad
but damn
i used to believe
she has a mother
who would die
for her,
anyway,
a tiger of a sister
who loves
her,

Does it matter
if i can’t support
you just now?
someday
i will

I’m eating a slice
of pizza,
i think you like
cuz i really
like mushroom
and the dripping
cheese
just burned my thumb

i’m looking out
at the window
of heaven,
thrust open
God has hung
the stars
out

a thought tortures
the savagery
of Joey’s heart,
to cut the small
lump
underneath
my swelling
breasts

but i can’t do it,
you are
a mustard seed
but you’ll grow
even if i can’t see
you,
a soul as alive
as mine,

i know you
are
not
a mere bug
with 6 legs,
or 8 eyes,
you’ll have
eyes,
so beautiful
blue
or brown
like mine,
what does
it matter?
you’ll never
pass this way
again

sudden nightmares,
reminded of the
the twisted
voices
the mob
outside the clinic
with shouts
of death,
“My choice!
My choice!
not yours
but mine!”

the images
of the butchered
fetus
on the signs
literally disintegrates
my senses
still,
perfect
except for the bleeding
miniature infant
a mouth
torn,
battered
then
murdered

you are forming
i know you have
likes and dislikes
i know,
cuz
i just threw up
the ham sandwhich
i ate

for now
my womb,
is your home
and the attic
of my aunt’s
3 bedroom
house is mine,

i’ll stop crying
i promise i will
Baby I’m a Want You
even if no one
else does

2011M.

Baby, I'm A Want You

Matty B. Duran

Fresno, United States

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Artist's Description

“You shall not murder.”
(Exodus 20:13)

This poem belongs to the series of Life Poems dedicated to the Memory of the Unborn who were aborted.

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