My Rapist's Child Poem by Ramona Thompson

Growing inside of me
Everyday I love it more
Everyday I hate it more
This child that a horrible act of violence created
This innocent little babe trapped in the middle
Everyday wondering what to do
Wondering if I can really go through with it
Do I really want to give life to...
My rapist's child

Never ask for this to happen to me
Never believed that it ever could or would
But fate has dealt me the cruelest hand and now I am to be a mother
A mother to the spawn of a truely twisted soul
Unsure and afraid
Alone with no one to help or support me
Through this living nightmare
I must face the greatest challenge of my young life
To give birth or not to give birth
To my rapist's child

Abortion
The word taunts me
Haunts me
Deep in the middle of the night when I wake
Sweating and screaming
Remembering in my dreams
How this life inside came to be
A part of me and a part of him
Angel or devil?
What or who will this baby be if I give birth
To my rapist's child

Sick at my stomach
Trembling
Shaking
Not much time left to make my decision
No going back once I do
Two lives forever changed
Mine and the kids
What will become of us?
What will I do?
As I search my haunted face in the mirror
There is still no clear answer to the question
Should I give life to my rapist's child?

2008 Ramona Thompson