redemption

If I don't judge
I run the risk of following
the same mistakes I watched them make.

When you justify your EVERY mistake,
you lead a life where MORE
are understandable and okay to make.

I assign accountability
according to my own memory.
No child should have to grow up without a daddy or a mommy.

I can call it a tragedy
because I sometimes seem to be
the only one who knows
or cares
exactly what children need;
no child can blossom without the love people call family.

I don't buy into being a victim of the system,
your not a walking footstep
of your parents abuse and shame,
no matter how easy it might be
to play that card in this game.

My mind can no longer stay silent
when it hears the innocent hearts crying.
What kind of world do we live in
when confidentiality masquerades
an epidemic of murder?
And, in the end,
no one has done anything wrong.
No one shoulders any blame
or pursues any change.
You forget your "mistakes"
and go about your day;
you think:
"it's not like it effected anyone's life anyway."

Pregnancy should be illegal
until a person learns what it means to raise a baby.
Accidents don't just happen if you take enough steps of precaution.
Sex is a decision
and if you can't deal with the possible repercussion,
just STOP DOING IT.
Abortion shouldn't even be an option.
Who are you to decide that death is a viable solution
to your own slip and accident?
Is it really
"your body, your choice"
when
there is clearly ANOTHER BODY
in your equation because of the
choices you have been making?
What happened to their choice
and their voice?
People play ignorant just because this society lets them.

These days
accidents don't just happen,
like everyone tries to claim.
There are so many measures of prevention
that accidents just shouldn't happen.
And even if by the very minimal percent chance they did,
wouldn't you think that child is a miracle, a blessing, defying all the odds to bring it's own life into existence?

If you took so many precautions
and it still managed to happen,
don't you think that's a sign of
something greater trying to speak to you?

This is life,
another human's future is in your hands
but, too often, it's viewed as nothing
and then you wonder why this keeps on happening.
Why people grow up to cycle through the same phase.

No one ever turned around and told them
"I'm sorry. Please don't grow up to be like me."