Mother: Give Me This Chance To Live

Mother: Give Me This Chance To Live.

Even if I am 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 and

perhaps, gave birth to me

through rape?

Did I come  through incest?

Did I come by means of

consanguinity?

Did I hear blood the 

that flows in my veins and 

yours came from 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 consulted;

regardless, mother,

I say: spare me of

dilation and evacuation-

the horror-

I pray never to witness.

Mother, did you hear,

I shall never live a

normal life of a happy child?

Bring your nine-month-pregnancy-

pain to bear,

father, did someone tell you,  

congenital disorder or birth defect

will rob me of a happy tomorrow?

Still, give not saline amniocentesis,

but let me live.

My anchors and cords of life,

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-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-term-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-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,

please, add value to my

LIFE.