Labor of loveless

In my belly is a life that grows.

With 10 fingers & 10 little toes.

I’ll never forget how you came to be.

In a dark alley & him on top of me.

I should get a taxi but i did not.

He had a gun & I knew the plot.

Be quiet! Or I just might die.

Raped & beaten & can’t even cry.

4 weeks later I take the test.

Positive pregnancy I’m really stressed.

8 months later I’m on the table.

I can’t love you I’m just not able.

You are born & now I have a son.

I grab my purse & pull out my gun.

The boy will live but i’ll do it a favor.

I pull the trigger in this loveless of labor...