You want me to say.
You want me to say.
You want me to say that the little fluttering feeling inside your body is nothing more than a blob of cells; you want me to say that it has no feelings, no heart beat and no life. You want me to say that your little indiscretion will never hurt anyone; no one will ever have to know. You want me to say that taking an innocent life is your right, you want me to believe that, but you know you are wrong.
You want me to say that an innocent baby should pay for the crimes of a rapist, or for incest, you want me to convict it to death because someone should pay for what happened to you even if they never did anything. You want me to say that you have such a bright future ahead of you why mess it up by having that little blob of cells. You want me to say that you will never feel anything, that you will never wonder what that blob of cells could have become. You want me to say that at night when you are all alone you will not wonder what it would have been like to hold it, to touch its tiny fingers and toes.
You want me to say it is her right to take away your right to be a father; you want me to tell you that you did the right thing driving her to the clinic. You want me to say that you are to young or to old to be a father, that it better this way, that you did nothing more than uphold her rights. You want me to say that you are right to keep your mouth shut, to never say anything against a woman’s right, even though it is not one, never has been one, it makes you feel better.
You want me to say that the Constitution provides for the right of a woman to do as she wishes with her body, you want me to say that people should not tell you that you are wrong, that they should not push their beliefs on you. You want me to say a lot of things and you really do not care if a one of them are true as long as you feel better. But there is no truth in any of the things that you want me to say.