ITS EARLY YET THE MONTH IS ONE THOUGH YOU CAN NOT SEE ME I'D JUST BEGUN IM SO SMALL I DONT HAVE TO HIDE IM JUST A SEED GROWING INSIDE.
FOUR WEEKS LATER THE MONTH IS TWO IM STILL SMALL BUT APART OF YOU MOMMY YOUR GOING TO LOVE ME JUST WAIT AND SEE YOU WILL BE SO PROUD OF ME.
TIME HAS PASSED THE MONTH IS THREE IM SOMEONE YOU CAN SEE MY HAIR IS BROWN MY EYES ARE BLUE MOMMY YOUR GOING TO LOVE HAVING ME WITH YOU.
IM STILL HERE THE MONTH IS FOUR IM HERE FOR 5 MONTHS MORE AND WHEN IM OUT MOMMY WILL SEE WHAT IM ABOUT.
NOW IM GONE THE MONTH IS FIVE MOMMY KILLED ME IM NO LONGER ALIVE ABORTION IS THE NAME THEY GIVE IT WHEN THEY TAKE YOUR LIFE BEFORE YOU LIVE IT.
I WANT TO BE BORN THE MONTH IS SIX ITS ALREADY BEEN DONE AND CANT BE FIXED. GUESS MOMMY DIDNT LOVE ME SHE THREW ME AWAY IN HERE MEMORY THATS WERE I'LL STAY.
I GOT A NEW HOME THE MONTH IS SEVEN MOMMY KILLED ME NOW IM IN HEAVEN, I WAS BEAUTIFUL BUT NOW IM GONE ONLY MOMMY CAN CARRY ON.
IF I WERE AROUND THE MONTH WOULD BE EIGHT YOU WOULD'VE LOVED ME BUT NOW ITS TOO LATE, MURDERED BY MOMMYS TWO SWEET HANDS I GUESS IM TOO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND.
GOODBYE NOW THE MONTH IS NINE I WOULD HAVE BEEN BORN AND JUST FINE ALTHOUGH IM IN HEAVEN I HAVE TO CRY BECAUSE OF MOMMY I HAD TO DIE!
Reason for writing:
my friend had a abortion so i wrote her a poem
Birth sign: Leo
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