I’m 18 years old and recently went through an abortion, I had taken the morning after pill and it had failed. The experience was so scary and I was so alone, I even experienced judgement from the nursing staff. I write poetry and wrote this poem:
A WOMAN’S CHOICE
I couldn’t keep my food down.
I spent 16 hours of the day lying on the
bathroom floor,
And for some reason I didn’t break
Maybe it was the life inside me
Or the anger and rage.
I know I’m not the only woman who’s
experienced this pain,
Yet I felt so alone,
I was completely afraid.
But whether I’d kept this little thing or had to
give it away,
No judgement should’ve been given
Because it’s a woman’s choice
Every single day.
