I cry but no one can hear me. 

I fight but I'm too small to win.

I dream, but don't have the capacity to grow.

As they rip me apart, each part of my future fades away.

As they take my right leg, the dancer in me laps into nonexistence.

As they take my left leg, the althelte in me runs away.

As they take my right arm, the seamstress in me crumbles at the seams. 

As they take my left arm, the writer in me is erased from the page.

And finally as they crush my skull the knowledge of hope for the future, is forever lost. 

All I wanted to do was grow to be a dancer, to change the hearts of man. 

All I wanted to do was grow to be an athelte, to challenge the strength of the human race. 

All I wanted to do was grow to be a seamstress, to fix the scars of life's wear and tear.

But my cries were not hear.

My fight was destined to end in defeat. 

The future that I thought I could have, was take from me. 

A blessed, but rejected,

Unborn Life.