Poetry-shmoerty... I'm a writer!

First things first, I got accepted in to the creme-de-la-creme ring! I'm nuber 8 out of 144. I'm telling you this is some good stuff I'm talking about. I need a book deal.
Okay now for the real entry.
Poetry- shmoerty--I'm a writer! Until I sat down and laced some words together and this is what I came up with:

How can you claim to be pro-life
When you take a man from the streets
And drown out his heart beat
With lethal injection
No love and affection
Just the department of corrections
Pro-life when it’s another child born into poverty
Necessary for you to keep your divine sovereignty
Forty years on this earth and every month you bleed
I find it hard to believe
That you were never able to conceive,
But there was that time in college
When you didn’t have the knowledge
To raise a daughter or son
Your life had just begun
So now you’re hovering like a fiend
Over a disorientated teen
Belly is swollen, but she still has dreams
Hopping she’ll give you the opportunity to wipe your slate clean.
Pro-choice when you’re just starting your life
Unless you’re a wife
After you have lived your life
Stayed out and partied all night
Now it’s time to be nice
and play patty cake well in to the night
this child you’ll raise right
You’ll give her the world
Your “priss-pot” little girl
Put bows in her hair
Teach her to put her nose in the air
Because she is the Air to the throne of superiority
The throne of authority
Pro-life, so you say,
And with a straight face you may
Fool yourselves
But no one else

So now I'm a poet too!

L.F. Goodwyn