Oh, Momma

They called it terminating a pregnancy you know, like they were canceling some out-of-date TV show. If you don’t like the song do you kill the radio, Oh Momma, surely there has to be a better way. You never gave me the chance for my life to unfold, for me to fall in love, to laugh, to cry, to grow old. And now the story of my life can never be told, Oh Momma, why have you flushed my hopes and dreams away. I understand what you’re saying, it’s your right to choose, you don’t need some bureaucrat telling you what to do. But what about me mommy don’t I have some rights too, Oh Momma, I’m out of sight out of mind so they say. To dream, to breathe, and to love are rights that my God gave, to be allowed to follow my path from birth to grave. Should you be permitted to dismiss that with a wave, Oh Momma, for the world’s sins why did I have to pay.