“Tug of War”

Something’s happened
That triggered a memory
One of life and death

I remember my first abortion
The decision
The reaction
Being supported yet not

I remember the “assumed” father
Being too cheap
For me to go under
Leaving me there alone

Being awake
Hearing the vacuum
Feeling the pain
Being a number minus one

I remember being let go
Sitting on the curb
Waiting for a ride

Why was I in darkness
Where was I

What made me remember
Oh yeah
There’s more to come

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