It started on that day;
Bright and cloudless in the sky.
When he shoved me to the ground,
I had to ask Fate why.
What had I done to deserve this?
This man between my legs.
My body was racked with sobs,
As he screamed and made me beg.
All I wanted was to forget it,
But the bruises on my skin.
The tears across my body
Convinced me that I had been the one to sin.
The doctors told me I was pregnant.
Now I had a piece of him inside.
They told me I had a choice to make,
But couldn’t I just die?
I wanted to get rid of it;
It was my rightful choice after all.
But then others came to tell me
I couldn’t make that call.
What right did they have to say this,
To take away my choice?
I was the one abused –
Didn’t I have a voice?
They told me it was murder,
That I had to do what was right.
But I was the one that was beaten,
So now I had to fight.
That man had thrown me on the floor
And taken my virginity.
Now the government and the doctors
Were taking away my liberty.
This isn’t their choice to make;
It will forever be my own.
And now this thing inside of me
Is my choice to disown.
Don’t tell me that I’m wrong;
This is my choice to make.
If not for that abortion,
My heart would always ache.
Of course you may disagree,
And that is something you can voice.
But after what I’ve been through,
I will always be pro-choice.
