I know I am not really wanted, and my mommy doesn’t want me but it wasn’t my fault, so why does she want me dead? She doesn’t really believe I’m alive, because I’m inside her still. Surely the doctor will tell her otherwise. But he tells her that I can feel no pain. No, he’s lying! I scream, but no one hears because I cannot speak. I can’t be heard. I can’t even beg for my own life. Mommy is beginning to feel anxious. She just wants it all to be over; wants me to be over. Forgive her, Lord, she doesn’t know what else to do. Be with her in her life when she thinks of me and regrets what she did. I know I will never see the source of the voice I know all too well. The voice hums softly now, as I feel her lie down, and realize that the end is near. Forgive her, Lord, is my last thought as I feel my body being ripped apart. Yes, I can feel it after all. And I scream silently for help, and no one hears my pleads for my life. No one ever will. -Jada Marie Andrews 2-8-98
Reason for writing:
I recently went from being a pro-choice person to a pro-life
person as far as abortion goes. This is just a little poem
I wrote from the child's point of view. I don't want to
offend anyone that doesn't agree with me, but I thought I
might get some people thinking...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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