Pain Abortion Poems

Her eyes swelled and swelled
With bitter tears
That lingered near...
She stood there and not here
Since she thought
It was better to cry, than to try to fly
Into...

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Assisted dying should be a freedom 
who are you to keep me breathing 
Abortion rights for those who need them 
opposing strangers for no reason...

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Why NOT me?

In the shadow of the womb, I lay,
Tiny and helpless, not yet on display,
Unknown to the world, silently I grow,
A life in waiting,...

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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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I can honestly say my pain is starting to subside, You came into the world and changed the way I felt inside.

Finally got a chance...

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On a sweltering humid July morning,
she was escorted by her best friend
as they walked through whispered prayers
into a beige brick one story building.
She laid on...

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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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Pieces

I gather things I thought were important, 
that don't seem quite that way anymore. 
There are pictures of the past, 
and lists of goals for...

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Goose, goose, goose... duck!

They say they love and are not full of hate.
But listen to their speeches, with all their beseeches,
and judgemental and condemning ruminate.

And...

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Not perfect am I 
Age shows in my eye
Yet at times I'm still a child
Other times something less mild
Not where I hoped I would be
Oh...

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Long days gone hazy
Maybe due to my crazy
I see deep into my mind
Where nobody else will find
A place of memories gone so wild
Some are of...

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We can't have a child.
It's not a matter of want,
of belief,
of opinion.
We cannot.

Every doctor says, my wife will die.
The child might live, or might not,
but...

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I am not a loner as they claim,
But I have been bent
To fit the shape of pain.
I have been dressed up
To suit the occasion of...

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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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What makes you human without your limbs,  
Human without your nose and toes – 
What makes you human without your ears  
Makes the...

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