What they hoped their message could or should be.
“Let us SAVE you....HELP you…ENLIGHTEN you!!” echo their
screams.
Save for that not be all a patient may hear, it seems.
These adamant protesters… OH how they yell and holler and
threaten and scare.
To me it feels so awfully sickening and wholly unfair.
“You take a life and sell your soul,” they say.
Or questions of: “How can you be so cold on THIS day?”
And these women, you see, do as they must.
For it is THIS or bust.
A decision not often made with ease, nor clear cut.
Thoughtless it is anything but.
Those whom protest think or pretend or even hope to know…
What they could never fully ever, ever know.
To be a WOMAN, that WOMAN, who is without support. Without a
future to give...
Nor the funds to most basically live.
Each one different as they are the same…
I shall not ever name them by name.
For I am Alejandra, the protector.
Matter does it not your creed, ability, nor social sector.
Forever shall I ever…
Fight this fight for something better.
As a woman, an advocate, a friend, and a believer...
I could never help but always see her.
For she is me and I am she.
And I ask thee, with all the heart vested in me, with hopes for
what our society could be...IS an abortion all she will ever be?
