This piece speaks of one of the many ripple effects of the underprivileged oasis—how many Black women from these communities either do not, or can not, receive proper prenatal care. Each of the ultrasound photos were real ultrasound photos lent to me by fellow prisoners.
This piece also tells a personal story. Recently I found out that my only child, my adult daughter, isn’t biologically mine. My mind went back to a few years after the birth of my daughter, when I agreed with my daughter’s mother on an abortion of a second pregnancy. In light of the recent discovery about my daughter I wondered if I squandered the chance to have an offspring of my own. But like Tupac said, “Since a man can’t make one, he has no right to tell a woman when or where to create one.” Choices, to whom do they belong?
