My body’s message, a new life
Seed planted, a serendipitous conception
Now my body legislated, help not included
This is a life sentence
While I live the life sentence of a poor woman
I can give my baby up, but the law
Is a feckless parent, distracted
By bureaucracy
That doesn’t know how to cuddle
Law can guarantee my child a mother
An easy life or sustaining love
No legislator will send me a card
On Mother’s Day, or ask me if
My child lives a decent human life
The father starts this child thinking
That’s enough for manhood
The law agrees, it has no desire
To make him pay up
Or ask himself what “father” means
Intimacy wasn’t enough to get him
To the sonogram, and what did
“I love you, baby” really mean
Anyway
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