Author Information
Murderer
There’s an atmosphere in this house
I’m sure in there, you can feel it too.
It’s the sound of unspoken words
A woman’s mistakes, while still a girl.
I think you hate it too .
Alive but unborn, you sit inside me.
While my boyfriend hides from me.
And while my father does the dishes
I hear him crying
Over me.
I put my hand on my stomach.
I put my boyfriends hand there too
And he says he doesn’t believe in you
But I do
But what I need to ask you
Is will you forgive me
For what I’m going to do.
I need to tell you, it wasn’t my choice.
I had to listen to a responsible voice
That says this world is not fit for you
That the life you’d have
Is not good enough for you.
I’m trying to do what’s best for you.
And the protestors say that I’m taking a life.
But put them in my shoes
And what would they decide?
I’m walking to the building
I hear them shout at me
That If I walk through that door
A murderer is all I’ll be.
