Home Abortion Poems

Tying to decide
Feelings I hide
I have a hard time here inside
These fellows are old
They are always cold
I try to keep myself calm
On my nerves they...

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Nov. 19th,2012

A POEM

By: C.M. Charron





Reading the News



Opened, or Closed? 

Blue like a corpse?

or

Pink as a rose?

Under my clothes;

It all is exposed.

My self is discarded

along with...

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        ...

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Sharing the News

The power of sharing
can never be overstated, 
or under understood. 
Together we make a difference. 
Like single drops of rain, 
coming together from...

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Breaking news 
the land of the free is now broken 
Our Divided States of America
is turning third-world 
Who let the government 
place their destructive hands...

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Come back home,
Another night,
Louretta, 
An unborn child

The sins of a wife 
to an unholy tribe:
You've wings that fly 
In dreams and paradise

Come back home,
Louretta!

*

A play...

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I am being forced to live
With horrible malformations
On my body
In my body
I am stuck with them for years
For who knows how long

The people want me...

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When you and your wife visited,
you shared a question asked by a pastor
of a raped
and thereby pregnant
vulnerably young and questioning parishioner.

"If your unborn child survived
his...

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Look out for the men who claim murder
Look out for the politians who claim wrong
Because those are the men driving women into walls
Those are the...

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Variations On A Theme...
of hodgepodge strewn helter skelter
wonky inviting reader to mentally swelter.

Ach'n (ache Ken and burn'n) 
kickstarting existential and proverbial struggle
me species classified as...

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Junction point
Nobody knew I am on the road
Except for Ronda,

I had new responsibilities,
The money helped to  survive with food, heat, and electricity,

Every Monday
I go...

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I was born decades ago.
When boychild wad was a being.
'No community survives without a boy'
The phrase I used to hear.
I envied the boychild.

Soon the value...

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John. His name is John, that's what his peers call him. 
Johnathan Arifin His mother, calling him 'Arifin' Nathan, a nickname from his girlfriend Don't...

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Mixed Messages

One last ticket. 
One last seat on the train. 
Running fast, 
to make it, before there is 
no chance to escape, 
the fate of...

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Reflections of Affection

Painting your face... 
slowly on the canvas, 
in the colors of tan, 
and olive green. 

Your skin is so fair, 
it is hard...

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