my baby boy or maybe my little girl

they screamed and they cursed
yelled that i was a whore
but they never had to suffer the pain of walking through that door
that door that leads to nowhere but death.

i walked through that door
scarred and alone
i watched pale faced women go
looking as dead as the babes they left behind

i sat in that waiting room
as women much older than me began to cry
knowing soon their babes would die

the doctor called me in
made me wear one of them ugly gowns
nurses came and go
there faces stuck in permanent frowns

they did there job
then left me to cry
trying to think of a lie
a lie id tell my parents
when they'd ask were id been
knowing the whole time i had committed the worst sin