***This is a poem I wrote for my character in a play i was recently in. The character's name is Naomi. Her boyfriend hasn't been present during her whole pregnancy, even fathering other children. When she goes to tell her boyfriend that she has aborted thier unborn child, he shows genuine interest in being in the child's life, but of course, it is too late. This poem is her angry monologue. I added a few of the lines in the script prior to the poem for yall to get the gist****:

Randy:
(Touching her stomach and happy/hopeful)
So what did you have a boy or girl?

Naomi:
(hesitant, she turns away)

Randy:
So what did you have, baby?

Naomi:
Ummm...I had a partial birth abortion.

Randy:
You WHAT?!?!


Naomi:
I know! I know! But I was scared, I didn't know what to do!!

Randy:
You killed my baby?!?!?!?


Naomi:
What!? Yo baby?
I hate you!
I hate you with a passion!
like the passion we shared
but you didn’t care
and abandoned yo seed
in the usual fashion.
hypin the stereotype,
black male
jail,
leavin me in a personal hell!
what happened to balance
like a scale?
struggle then prevail
not snuggle and bail,
milk before the cow
look where we at now!
mention wedlock
and yo responsibility stops
deadlocked
like a jammed glock.
when you holla’d “A bay bay!”
did more harm to me than the KKK,
but it ain’t ok
when it’s yo bay bay,
whose life,
TERMINATED
is labeled a mistake.
time and time again
I told you to awaken
said I was naggin,
now it’s too late,
and your feelings is saggin,
white flaggin,
cuz I surrender dealin wit you!
your fetus knew about karma
and cried a chuckle.
I hate you!
you scarred me for the rest of my life!
can’t trust men
so me, myself, and I will suffice!
I hate you
and forsake you
for bringing on my strife!
I hate you
makin me choose
between giving and taking a life! (She throws the bib at Randy)

(Randy picks the bib up)



***Naomi walks away, but stops to turn around and look at Randy.***


Naomi:
I know, Lord,
hate’s a strong word to employ,
but Lord only his death
would bring me joy.