Stillborn

She cries and holds him in her arms
caress his face- he's still so warm
brush his hair back, and kiss his head
how could my baby boy be dead?

Her mind is wracked, is torn with guilt
Her body made His poorly built
And yet she cannot strain to see
Where the flaw within my boy could be

The doctors came
to take him 'way
her arms were locked,
They'd rue the day-

they took her only child from her
Her only love, her little sir...

A few days later, back at school,
though she'd protest, this system cruel;
Her friends tell her that she's lucky
A child from rape would be "suck-y".

She wants to cry
She wants to scream
Tries to believe
"It's just a dream"

Because that child
would have meant more
than all of them
She'd been so sure

She'd have one figure
in her life
that wouldn't cause her
constant strife

Who'd love her- unconditionally
My baby boy... my Anthony