Can you look me in the eye?
Can you look me in the eye and tell me that I shouldn't exist?
That I should be dead?
That I deserved to
die that day?
Can you look me in the eye and tell me
that my very survival was a mistake?
A terrible toll on society?
Can you look me in the eye and tell me
that in my most vulnerable state, I was
nothing more than a parasite?
A collection of body parts?
Subhuman?
Worthless?
In 1952, I survived multiple abortion
attempts.
D&C abortion.
An instrument abortion.
D&C abortion.
Third trimester abortion.
A curettage abortion.
A vacuum aspiration abortion.
D&E abortion.
D&E abortion.
An induced abortion.
A saline infusion abortion, that was meant to poison and scald me to death.
I am the face of choice.
I am that choice.
