Innocence lost shortened
Remembering that May day an innocent child was thrown away;
A camera caught this lady's words - and in her words, my stories heard;
The year was 1986, I found myself in a fix;' 18 single on my own - another one to come home;
Family said get rid of it, don't need any kids; Couldn't they understand as I tried to take a stand?
Family made the appointment, you see, for me to ask about baby;
She dropped me off at the door, smiled and waved & turned the corner;
I went inside to see what they knew about babies. Did it have a soul, when is it considered whole?
I didn't have long to wait, a counselor decided my fate;
Nervous, frightened that I was, what happened next forever judged;
She said questions had to wait doctors ready, I'd be late;
On the table, there is no doubt - apprehension is what I felt;
Relax, they said it's just an exam - but that was not their true plan;
The nurse quickly came around, the table, and she held me down;
She said don't struggle, it's too late - the pill made you dilate;
You may hemorrhage, you will bleed - until it's done, you cannot leave;
Still, I fought to get away - they strapped me down, held me at bay;
It was probably better for me than what happened to my baby;
The pain I felt must not have been as bad for me as it was for him;
I always felt it was a boy - he was to be mama's joy;
What came next, you have to know, was the final crushing blow;
24 weeks is all he said - in this day and age, it could have lived;
I was more than halfway through - this pregnancy it was true;
They sent me out of their back door - said to rest for three or four;
It seems that there was no intent to answer questions, it wasn't legit;
The appointment to which I was bade was to destroy what God had made;
No one cared even to see if someone was there when I was free;
No change for a bus pass home - I sat there waiting all alone;
All I wanted was to die - I felt culpable and cannot lie;
Suicide is what was on my mind - and on this day I did try;
My conscience would not let this rest - Guilt consumed me in excess;
Over twenty years have now passed - I still cry about the past;
What was read just last night - brought perspective into the light;
The director of the place I went - was caught on camera giving evidence;
That the doctors they employed - would try to fill the voids;
Women who were pregnant were used for their evil intent;
Gestational age was what they need they would take a woman's seed;
to fill the orders that were made, for body parts, tissue, or a leg.
A head, an eye, whatever, they paid for their research, or as an aid;
Safe & comfy in his home, suddenly they took an arm;
The horror of what they did came crashing down once again; How can they say it's not a sin?
Upon my soul, this has weighed. to rest, my child must be laid;
Sisters don't lose your soul to a evil greedy troll; They do not care a whit on your reluctance they spit
Abortion is the only way to fill order of the day
Held me down, wouldn't let me up, imagine yourself in my spot.
They did not care one bit The abortion performed wasn't legit;
gestational age was too far, still, they put him in a jar;
A naive innocent mind never read what I signed. Knowing it's not right, how do I express my plight?
A hypocrite for what was done, I'm sure I'm not the only one;
All these years it took to see The innocence ripped from me;
The world's loss was their financial gain; no one should die this way;
Now I reveal all this day and the name of the company that preyed;
What was done can't be undone now; it's too late for my son;
Planned Parenthood was the one, the name is named. My story is done
Copyright © Sheila Van Zant | Year Posted 2025
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