love.lulu

i rarely wished to add my voice to the banter of this year’s presidential election. the cutthroat mentality of the two sides has left many, myself included at times, frustrated and disillusioned with the current political makeup of America. both sides included.

but, as i’ve been soaking in the facts[?] thrown around about both candidates, i found myself engrossed in senator obama’s voting against the born alive protection act. in the transcript, he used this language to pose a question of the validity of the bill:

“…movement or some indication that, in fact, they’re not just coming out limp and dead…”

without wanting to pull his words from context and twist them, i want you to know that you can easily view the entire transcript online.

this language turned my stomach. still, the first time i read it, it sounded surprisingly familiar.

the more i thought about it, i realized that senator obama’s words echoed a poet i respect – gwendolyn brooks.

here is her poem, the mother, that i’ve always loved:

Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,
The singers and workers that never handled the air.
You will never neglect or beat
Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never wind up the sucking-thumb
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.
You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.

Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
All.

mr. obama, you hit the nail on the head. but i think your words hold more weight than you realize…