Of Raping Life (An Ode to Abortion) A. Stover I should be 27 but my mom was 27 once I had seen a month of life and already, no one wanted me. so she paid mone, the root of all evil to send me home back where I came from red, this is all I saw eyes closed tasting my sweet thumb when they took my month from me life raped by scalpel and stole by a degree Ph. D. Supposed to heal... but kill? tore my limbs from me crushing skull, shedding blood and embryonic fluid. my home my mother, a sign of love... one to love me... but hate enough to make me bleed... but I feel pity for my bleeding has stopped yet... my mother's heart bleeds on she is 54... may God have mercy on her soul. and bring her to me for I miss her.
Reason for writing:
This Past sunday was the 27th Anniversary of legalized abortion...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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