we invented for them the trimesters
“kill it now and it’s not alive”
so their choices don’t have to mean
they’re murderers and so that
old men in black can’t sit up on
their dark judges’ boxes, frowning,
and say “you whore”
but what is such a pretty
girl like you doing here
saying you can’t have a baby
“it was just a party and it
was just the booze”
and like that one, two, three
snap your fingers and solve it
and we look in
as blonde hair and blue eyes
are not passed on and
as a pretty girl goes
back to school and tells
herself no harm no foul
she didn’t anything wrong
rape victims with rounding
tummies look down and sigh
while the pretty girls next to them
sign the release forms so they can
erase something that, you know,
“wasn’t my fault and I just
can’t deal with this right now”
because sex should come
without consequences shouldn’t it
and a one-stand shouldn’t have
those bad, lingering aftereffects
and, lucky for us, there are
tons of ways to make all
those problems disappear
it’s so simple it’s scary
snip here, snip there
responsibility gone
and pretty girls go back home
“it wasn’t alive anyway! ”
maybe Margaret Sanger
is rolling in her grave
Elizabeth Rebel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-the-pretty-girls-are-aborting-their-babies/