Pro-Choice

Her mother scolded Jennifer for being very late.
“It’s half-past seven now,” she said. “The appointment is at eight.”
But Jenny didn’t care she’d had enough of Doctor’s rooms
it was as if they had control of all their patient’s wombs.

“We want a quick abortion,” said the mother when they saw
the doctor with his gleaming knives and needles in a drawer.
“It’s just a little maggot for she’s only six weeks gone
Please tell us you can do the job before the day is gone?”

The doctor bade her take a seat, a glitter in his eye
“We’ll have the foetus out,” he said, “your daughter needn’t cry.
“I don’t need the wheretofors, the who did who with what
just sign where it says ‘next of kin’ – and give me all you’ve got.

Jenner looked up at him through fuddled murky sight
and said “Why does my mother still say ‘we’ when she won’t stand and fight?
I want to have my baby so please go and fetch a porter
I’d rather be a single mum than Mummy’s spoiled daughter.