You Must Be Aborted! Poem by Ramona Thompson

Nine, nine, nine months too damn long
You must be aborted
Don't want another hungry mouth to feed
Don't need a fussing baby to get me to cussing
You must be aborted
Just get me to the doctor
And put my feet in those stir-ups
Hurry, hurry, hurry before this brat comes out
I can't afford to lose my figure
I don't wanna feel the pain of childbirth


Just don't tell my husband
And don't tell my boyfriend
Neither one really needs to know
Just how much of a ho I have been
So please Doc if you will
Hurry, hurry, hurry before I go loco
I can't afford to lose my perfect figure
I don't wanna feel the pain of childbirth
Don't care what anybody says
It's my body
It's my choice
Screaming out crazy
Just like a mad woman
I want this brat aborted