I’m not sorry At 17 I struggled with that choice I knew in my heart I was too young to be a mother there was no question I made plans immediately had my boyfriend drop me off in front of the clinic protesters waving their signs there were only two “You’ll regret this!” they assured me. And I remember distinctly what I told them, as I walked through their path and into the awaiting clinic doors: “You have a right to your opinion, and I have a right to mine.” and that was it the doors closed. And when I arrived They sat me in this room with all these other women And later made me watch a film just in case And I remember waiting in that final room looking around at all their faces some had been there before, they proclaimed and my name was called… I lay down on that bed and I knew what was happening yet couldn’t do much about it just as they warned me like a vacuum, really All gone In an instant. And when it was over they made me get up I was so tired didn’t want to move yet they made me change beds and then woke me up again to eat cookies and drink juice so tired … and then they escorted me out the back door where my boyfriend was waiting in his car I think … And we drove home Quietly to my parents’ where I went in my room to lay down and he left to help his friend sell a car. And I’m not sorry.
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