He sleeps in his womb careless of harm. When in reality he should be worried about his mom. See she is considered a crackhead, addicted to this drug, not caring about what affects it could have on her beloved son. How do drugs overpower us, when it doesn't even breathe. How does it make us hurt those we love and even make us feen? What can we do to prevent this, to save this life before he is born, too late, his pulse has stopped, a life he has no more.
Reason for writing:
I guess my reason for writing this poem, was that a lot of times there are people that don't care about the life inside themselves when they are pregnant, and maybe if I put this out for others to see it might make a difference, so others can spread the word.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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