Slammed & Split

Parental Packages

Dear Sam,

There will soon come a day
when we look up and say
that Alito aborted abortion.
He swung his vote
to smoke out the broke
moralities that leave liberal cavities
in New Yorkers' coats
that they've used to wrap themselves
in the high ground as they spoke
on the issue
and the allowance they chose.

But what happens
when New York's lead number rose
for the sixth consecutive month
and won't cease to grow
because people are coming
from all over the globe
or at least 48 continental
as protesters pencil
in stencils that cry,
"I ♥ NY
(and killing babies
before they can try
to live)"
or
"Welcome to the Big Abortion"
splashed across an apple-shaped fetus
cuz they'll feed us
Gerber-sized lines
so mushed up
we can't describe
their original form.

And don't get me wrong,
I'm not trying to preach
or have you believe what I believe
because I can see
that wouldn't work or be
particularly fair.
I'm just asking you to untangle
those knots under your hair
and know the shit
behind what you spit.

And if you ever don't have an answer,
it should make you want to learn,
to yearn, to earn a reprisal
and say I'm pro-choice
not because I'm a Jew
and the Torah says it's sometimes okay
or because my mom is
and I love her too much to disagree
on a female thang,
but because it's not my body
and I'm not ready for the responsibility
of ruining one life, maybe two
cuz the mom's now destitute
unable to dream,
forced to use food stamps
to stamp out her baby's hungry screams.
Or that kid's up for adoption
and the system's been rocking,
knocking that kid for a loop
and they find out their whole life's a lie
and they have to decide if they'll try
to find the truth
of their lost youth,
though that decision never leads back to you
for denying decision
a chance to be made
and forcing lives
to become worn and frayed.

And man, what's a dude to do
when an accident happens,
he becomes daddy
and the trappings of a romantic
relationship suffocate packaging
styrofoam peanuts reup parental packages
with no warning labels
or how-to action kits.
She tells him the idea
and he's into the concept,
before he has a sense
of ignorant conduct.
but there's no way to know
whether he will be honest
about his feelings
on the results of his conquest.
He did how he do
and now that shit's unconscious.
He acts without feeling
because his shit is sponsored
by a cultural co-sign of abstinence authors
who can't convince
stopping cultural slaughter.

So let's preach protection
to our sons and daughters,
and no girl with straight As
gets nine months, one baby
for falling prey
to a smooth-talking stranger
with a B.A. in game,
who likes rubbin' raw dog
cuz the feeling's insane.

But even in the event
people are trying in marriage,
one in three pregnancies
ends in miscarriage,
mostly before the mother knows.
Maybe the same God
who's supposed to be smiting
doesn't find the concept
of full-term completion always inviting.

So these lives already altered
by broken situations
get mercked by murder charges
as the system just says,
"Let's make sure this baby lives,
then kick her mom off welfare."
Because her job when she finds one
forces decisions
and she can't choose
between the babysitter and the rent
or whether to eat
in unromantic callous candlelight
or see things and starve.

So Sam, what I'm saying,
is don't be the judge
to leave people praying
that they won't be judged
for actions undertaken
illegally, secretly
with last-ditch indecency,
turning innocents to killers, murderers,
taking not only a fetus,
but their very own soul,
down a road so cold and lonely
they've nowhere to go,
but back alleys
with hangers in tow.
Or bring up a kid
with no future to show
them when they stow
some sort of plan.
It's the blind leading the damned.

And the person to thank
is Supreme Court Justice Sam.

Disrespectfully Yours.