I wrote this poem while doing an exercise in which I was expected to write in the perspective of a villian. This is from the eyes of a man who leaves the woman carrying his child. The purpose of it is to give the reader another perspective in attempt to prove the intended point.
What the hell is the matter with you?
Don’t you know that only one of us can skip out?
That only one can escape?
You, woman.
It’s in your body.
Your body, your responsibility.
Me?
What about me, you ask?
I have ambitions.
I have expectations.
Goals.
Dreams.
Things to accomplish.
So bitch, I got shit to do, don’t you realize?
You still don’t understand that one body
can fit through this exit
and the mistake I made
that’s growing inside your already too-big belly
won’t even fit.
You won’t gain any respect.
You won’t have any friends.
Me?
I’ll be the bravest man in town.
I’ll get laid more than ever before.
I get the sympathetic looks
because leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I sacrificed everything for my
ambitions,
expectations,
goals,
dreams,
but you.
You can’t leave the child.
Have you no soul?
No love in your heart
for the gift growing inside your beautiful body?
Why are you so selfish, woman?
Such a shame.
Shame on you for ever leaving such a precious child.
And, God,
woman,
if you ever
leave your expectations
and terminate that baby for your
ambitions,
goals
and dreams,
that’s the worst sacrifice of all.
