While the debate on legalization of abortion will probably never be settled, the debate seems to only focus on one aspect of many other pertinent once in the issue. The reason for the debate is the fact that that a child’s life is taken before the child is even born. While this is a strong argument, jury often fails to consider a variety of circumstances that lead to the decision to kill the fetus. What we call “debate on abortion” is not really a debate of this subject. What we see in the media and the news is a debate on after how many months should a line be drawn and determined that a life is gone.
We never weigh the mother’s circumstance, the type of life the child is to have should there not be an abortion, financial constraints, hereditary factors, and many more aspects that abortion in itself entails. The Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks talks about a woman in the midst of the aftermath of an abortion, considering all the would-bes have she not done an abortion. Perhaps at a superfluous glance, this poem contradicts my main point, however, it is not so. The heated debate around abortions focus on everything besides the mother’s fate and true feelings; even though the mother in this poem regrets the decision that she has made, to the media and the public it is not a factor in deciding whether one should or should not commit an abortion.
Alone by Maya Angelou describes a world of sorrow, pain, and destitution. Her main points focus on wealthy people who “have hearts of stone,” and that compared to others they consider themselves better and due to their financial standings can succeed without help. While this is a very general belief recognized by many around the world, in my opinion and experience it is everything but true. I have met very wealthy people and I work with very wealthy people; I have likewise met and work with, people who are much less fortunate and not always can afford to have lunch and dinner. From these experiences I can confidently say that there are much more wealthy people with kind hearts who are willing and do help the ones less fortunate, then the pissed off ones who never worked and do not want to. It should come by no surprise that the ones who accumulated their wealth never stand alone and have many people to turn to for help, unlike the beggars who have no one to ask.
Rosario Castellanos is another poet who focuses on the negativity of human nature, and is incredibly right in doing so. “We give life only to what we hate,” is probably the most meaningful quote from all of poetry I have ever read. While the poem talks about our reflections and the like, the main phenomenon and moral is easy to demonstrate. Opposites attract while likes repel. Most people I have met, including myself always hate the people who most closely resemble ourselves, while we praise people for qualities that we do not posses. In doing so, we give life or have qualities that we hate the most.
Poetry
The Mother
by Gwendolyn Brooks
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.
I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed
children.
I have contracted. I have eased
My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.
I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized
Your luck
And your lives from your unfinished reach,
If I stole your births and your names,
Your straight baby tears and your games,
Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches,
and your deaths,
If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,
Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.
Though why should I whine,
Whine that the crime was other than mine?--
Since anyhow you are dead.
Or rather, or instead,
You were never made.
But that too, I am afraid,
Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?
You were born, you had body, you died.
It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.
Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
All.
From A Street in Bronzeville by Gwendolyn Brooks, published by Harper & Brothers. © 1945 by Gwendolyn Brooks. Used with permission. All rights reserved
Alone
by Maya Angelou
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Destiny
by Rosario Castellanos
Destiny
We kill what we love. What’s left
Was never alive.
No one else is close. What is forgotten,
What else is absent or less, hurts no one else.
We kill what we love. Enough of drawing a choked breath
Through someone else’s lung!
There is not air enough for both of us. And the earth will not hold
Both our bodies
And our ration of hope is small
And pain cannot be shared.
Man is an animal of solitudes,
A deer that bleeds as it flees
With an arrow in its side.
Ah, but hatred with its insomniac
Glass eyes; its attitude
Of menace and repose.
The deer goes to drink and a tiger
Is reflected in the water.
The deer drinks the water and the image. And becomes
-before he is devoured – (accomplice, fascinated)
his enemy.
We give life only to what we hate.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
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5 comments:
It does seem like the debate on abortion may never be settled. I however have hope that with the advances in technology. Instead of the old black and white images, parents can now view their baby in 3D after just a couple months making it obvious that what the mother is carrying in her stomach is indeed a child and therefore making the decision to abort harder.
Hi IKotlyanskiy,
I agree with you that in some case, we never weigh the mothers' curcumstances. Would it better for them not to have the abortion and then raise the children in the financial constraints? Some mothers/fathers don't even take good care of their children in the ways they are supposed to. I personally think that abortion sometimes is a good decision.
Hi Iliya,
I agree with you on many points in you post. Only woman, not a government, has to decide what to do with a pregnancy.
It is true that rich people have a lot of problems too, but just not financial. Unfortunately there is always will be enmity between rich and poor.
I support you on the fact that the debates on abortion will never end. How many more lives are we going to take before we decide that it is wrong? Let’s face it, we have herd stories about women who live to regret having aborted their child. You will never realize what you are giving up until it is gone….
Good post.
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