Hannah Cleary
English 2-2
Ms. McKoy
9 October, 2013
Death for a New Man’s Life
Sitting with my palms pressing my burning eyes,
seeing the unwanted future take root.
The man who did this did not care,
took me,
used me,
did not protect me.
A baby needs a mother.
Not a woman who can't provide .
Not a woman who breathes confusion.
Destroying both of our lives isn’t needed,
is not a must,
Is not a gift,
I can control this.
The doctor is in
asking me to sign,
to freeze,
to protect,
to give a rebirth of a...
New
Man’s
Life.
A reborn is what I want.
What I see.
What I need.
My own body is out of my control.
I have no balance.
Muscle rigidity,
tremors,
unclear speech.
Parkinsons Disease is possessing me.
The doctor is in,
telling me there is no cure.
My life is over anyways.
Why should I care?
but wait…
Research!
Research the doctors says.
If I sign these papers I could be cured!
No more muscle rigidity,
uncontrolled tremors.
People could hear my words.
Parkinsons is not going to be the death of me.
The doctor hands me the papers and explains my cure,
“Embryonic Stem Cell Research is a major possibility sir,
signing these papers gives us the permission to
unfreeze your new life,
protect your life,
produce your life.”
Sitting with my palms pressing my burning eyes.
Seeing the wanted future take root.
The embryo giving me this
is my new life.
Is my new health.
This embryo will be a part of me.
The death of one is a life for another.
This will be the rebirth of a...
New
Man’s
Life.
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