Voice Of The Aborted

My mommy and daddy were just having fun,
They weren't expecting to create a little one,
Mommy and daddy met a some party and
filled there bodies and minds with alcoholic
thoughts of sexual intercourse unprotected of
course, Mommy some weeks later missed
periods that paused moments in her life
where toilets are involved, A few check ups
and appointments lead to me, The unborn
baby of the party goers, She calls daddy to
met, And thinking that mommy wants to freak
he brings champagne believing that verbal hi's
would be bleak, Instead i heard mommy say
we need to talk, She explains that shes has
little me inside of her which released another
side of daddy, Daddy was speechless until it
hit, I heard him say I don't want to deal with it,
Get an abortion and quick, I can't afford to raise
little bit, I didn't know what abortion was at the
time, But I found out and it explained why mommy
cried, Agreeing say goodbye to little me, And he
was happy wasn't gonna met his first seed, So
somewhere before 9 weeks as I start to take form,
I get a funny feeling and I start to become no more,
I couldn't hear nor daddy anymore, I became a mere
thought lost in my mommy and daddy's memories to
the point where life's cycle won't even remember me.

Life shouldn't be erased like that,
The little ones are asked to be here,
Nor asked to disappear,
Use protection if you don't want to be
expecting, Life is already short, And your
playing a role where you don't ever want
one to begin, And that's just not right my
friend, I don't support abortion and never
will, I'll always shoot for new life,
Even if its in a zombie filled field.

-Cspb

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