Looking Back in Anger

I am a freelance advocate of abortion rights who is on duty 24/7. My office is a bench in a shopping mall where I am on the alert for any woman who shows signs of pregnancy. Once my target is spotted I pose as person taking a health survey offering 50 bucks for only ten questions answered. Rarely is my generous offer refused. Within a few questions I am able to know how many months they are pregnant and how they feel about developing a fetus. Most of the women I interview say that their pregnancy is accidental and they are not fit psychologically or financially to raise a child. After a short conversation I come to the rescue by offering to pay the cost of an abortion plus a bonus of five hundred bucks. Fortunately most of those cursed women enter my favorite clinic to be given a new lease on life.

I knew how it felt to grow up being unwanted. My mother abandoned me after birth and I spent my early life in an orphanage. My keepers said that my mother could not raise me. Many years later I met her and asked why she sent me to an orphanage. Her response was that she was not ready to have a child. I asked why she didn't abort me. She said that it was illegal, and besides she couldn`t afford the black market price. I felt like spitting in her face but turned around and left, never to see her again. I wish loonies that prevent a poor woman from having an abortion were forced to pay child support and charged with contributing to child abuse. The scars of being physically and psychologically abused in my early years remain with me. That is why I have become a freelance advocate of abortion rights.