A WOMANS CHOICE
A womans choice they call it
But it just doesnt seem true
When those around you pressured
you
To carry that choice through
A womans choice they call it
You should feel so liberated
So why instead
the heartache
And this great sense of self-hatred
A womans choice they call it
And its true a choice was made
But
did you really have the choice
When none other before you was laid
A womans choice they call it
Into a corner
you were backed
Youre Like a bear gnawing off his leg
To escape a hunters trap
A womans choice they call it
But
someone else had no choice
The child who died inside you
When that choice drowned out his voice
A womans choice
they call it
And heres another womans choice:
I choose to be a supportive ear
If you choose to talk about
Your
choice
Kristine Kruszelnicki
April 10, 2004
kristine_4life@yahoo.com