Give me this Chance to Live

Give me this Chance to Live.

Even if I’m a child of

circumstances not of

necessity,

spare my life;

should I be a pleasure

produced not a treasure

created child,

please let me live.

Even if my presence

irritates and annoys you,

my eternal visit to your

courtyard seems undesirable,

dilation and extraction with

associated pain,

please, spare me.

Granted my journey to your

domain may be unpleasant and

somehow unwanted,

curettage-the curve knife of death-

keep away from me.

Did you come to know or

perhaps come to bear

me through rape?

Did I come through incest?

Did I come by means of

consanguinity?

Did I hear blood that flows

in my veins came from

the same source?

Still flush me out not,

but let my abode be

among the living.

Mother prophecy about me,

may not be complimentary,

crystal ball may be foggy and

murky when consulted at birth,

oh! Clairvoyant saw nothing,

but hazy and nebulous sky

when visited,

regardless spare me of

dilation and evacuation-

the horror-

I pray never to witness.

Mother were you told-

I shall never live a normal life

of a happy child?

Bring that nine-month-pregnancy

pains to bear,

father were you told  

congenital disorder or birth defect

will rob me of a happy tomorrow?

Still, give me not saline amniocentesis,

rather let me live.

My anchors-are you troubled

by my structural deformities-

so-called “congenital abnormalities”

that may create a challenge for

my tomorrow?

Please save me of suction aspiration.

Parents-did you hear of:

down syndrome, autism,

personality disorder?

A deprivation to a worthwhile

life,

spare me of mifepristone-RU-486,

do not give me-methotrexate,

misoprostol keep away from me.

Mother are you concerned

about child-care-cost?

Father are you troubled by

present realities?

Give me a chance to live,

rather than muffling my

voice.

Instead of denying the-

embryo,

later fetus from

once-a-life-nine-month-

tenancy at your own

behest,

grant it a space that

it may live.

Mother give me a

listening ear,

father grant me an

audience,

my anchors provide me with

tools-same your parents

gave you yesterday;

place me on the highway

to access society-provided-tools

to reach my  goals and to

fulfill my potentials.

Give me life not death,

make my transition from

a smaller world to a larger

world possible,

let my life be meaningful,

by adding value to my LIFE.