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We march the street with dominant determination in hopes of not only making a change, but curing a crisis. Within each stride we ride our roar amoung thousands of fighters who share that encore.
Dear Josiah I'm sorry for what I did I thought I only had one choice, But it's my fault I didn't have a bigger voice. The times were fast and no one was there
They don’t trust me with spray paint, But trust they me with a life. Can’t have anything too permanent, But the permanent choice is made.
One pink line, and a second very faint bus as I am at work; I must show restraint thoughts of abortion, perhaps birth and adoption? Swirl my mind as I search for options.
It doesn't make it less a war on women just because you think I'm wrong Because you think we’re at fault That this is the story of murders getting what they deserve, but for what
Disappointment is what I will bring If they dare to find out They will neglect that I am their daughter I did wrong in accepting what I was not ready for
How can Men control our bodies When They refuse to wear a condom Or Even knows how a tampon works Instead of sticking them Up your nose Why don't you educate yourself because
Open your bible, pray for forgiveness, tell him your sins, the lord is your witness. We are all children of God with free will; we are family, you know. Then why in the definition of religion is the word control?
I discovered The insignificant seed Within my garden I felt the weight of the world When the fruit wasn’t even ripe The sun was my witness And he was replaced I gave it one, two, to three
I, too, matter I am the unborn daughter. The one with the heartbeat. The one without a life. But my heart still beats,
Mama, why did this Mama, i was to be your hope Your happiness and life It was not my fault Mama, was i even there? When grandma talked to you Warned you of the bastard? My unseen papa
Mama, why did this Mama, i was to be your hope Your happiness and life It was not my fault Mama, was i even there? When grandma talked to you Warned you of the bastard? My unseen papa
Mid-January is the silent time. This time all printed words have ignored. This day the whole of them fall quiet. They dare not to speak of the dead ones, Or of poverty-stricken women,
Why? Can you tell me why? My heart is crushed, sad, blue My heart and arms are aching To hold and be with you * I close my eyes and think of how You brought such joy to me
I have these two friends... In school, they both have goals and dream. Both got pregnant at eighteen. Sweet girls that fell victim to all of the lies- Of “Love” they thought they had from other “Nice Guys.”
If heaven has a mailbox I would write a letter and this is what I would say.
Dear Giorno To my dearest baby boy, The day I found out that clears all my doubts. That you existed in me in the midst of winter. My life fell apart with my confusing heart.
Dear people who think my body is theirs, My body is a temple A temple so beautiful and strong but you choose to break in without my consent and leave my temple broken and bruised.
My miniature me
Dear child, Unravel me. I am lost, a spider embedded in her own web. Push, fidget, scratch, claw Fingernails on their death bed. Gnawed by fear, gargled by pain, Spit out by forgiveness.
Girls are meant to be the assistant in a magic show Better seen not heard We should appear and disappear like the bunny out of your hat or the dove from your cloak. We have to change into whatever you want...
I have a black friend And I have a white friend
A first cry Kick, scream, squirm Pain for joy Feather-weight in embrace Delicate and fragile Precious and treasured Adoring eyes look up Faded, glassy orb stare Limbs twitch and collapse
Stolen from the sunrise Whispered by the moonlight Never remembered but by a Steady heartache and the Secret guilty thought Somewhere faraway They plead for your sake;
Tell me why I feel so down, Or why I cannot hear a sound. Why do everything feel woozy, as I feel I'm drifting away, And the're pulling me but I still want to stay,
Since when did it matter who you love? when did loving someone of the same sex become a crime? since when did religion stop being included in the first amendment? when did believing in something different cause mass panic?
I bet you’ll pull your gunwhen I speak upbut you won’t shootsimply because I look like you.
From time I find myself thinking aboutJanuary 2015 but it's April 2017.
Picturing a beautiful, vibrant young girl crouching Amongst a crowd of bellowing white men, Who won’t put down the argument that doesn’t concern them. This beautiful, vibrant young girl Is the argument.
Your tiny hands rap around my throat. They reach and grope like hangman's rope to break a neck already broke. snap crack and smash these sinews That hold my head up in the sky.
We claim to be the best but we can't even love. All I see when I walk down the street is hate. When I see the bold red hat I am disgusted. America is not so great.
While my heart does bleed For new life never born My mind does heed The pain of a mother torn The decision to forestall Life's seed to full bloom Is a powerful anguish of hellish gloom
What mind enlightened of God Could reconcile a forsaken entrustment... To guardian the yet unborn? What eye that sees by Light Could blind itself this darkest deed?
supporting choice supporting freedom rights (but are you ever horrified?) choosing girls fifteen sixteen eighteen who deserve their high school college years
I layed in this room, it recked of a blood-stained sheet, shattered dreams, and fear.
dont be too fat dont be too thin for gods sake dont be so loud you are too quiet dont be a tease why are you such a prude dont be a ditz let me lecture you on your doctorate
OPEN LETTER TO MY MOTHER –
Mounted on a flimsy cart She ride Clenching her fist, cascade of lies dripping down her cheeks She cried Fruit of dishonor created by lust
PROLIFE tiny little life waiting in the womb just waiting to be born PROLIFE thinking it's no big deal asked what they did today oh i had an abortion like it's nothing PROLIFE
Something that I can't live without is the idea that my child knows I love her, and that I'm sorry. I was 23, too young to be Your mother Living a life Wild and free Reckless, like any other
The Dreams of Tomorrow Contest entry for Payne County Youth Services 2015, 8th annual contest. As of 12/12/15, results and placements have not been released yet. When they are, I’ll post that in an edit if I placed.
Your aspirations hang onto me like wishes Swelling the stalks of dandelions They are carrying themselves on the hope That silver frosted florets can make it to life You offered up your dreams
Dust fills the sky of the blood red dying day, Debris like swirling snowflakes fall. The great society dies from quiet catastrophe The gusts of wind remove its essence.
It is his fourth birthday today He loves rocket ships and has traveled to the moon and back in his dreams He has blue eyes like the ocean waves lapping at the shoreline
I had a baby. Almost. I had an almost baby. An almost life of diapers, bottles, little fingers and toes. I almost chose that. Almost.
The Lord sent me to Earth so I can laugh and play. He sent me into your life
CRYING FOR SHAMEBy Mira Wilder8000 miles and 22 hoursflown East of Los AngelesEurope, and Greece...Mother was non stop talkingto strangers...While Girl stared out the window
Someday the distance between us will be gone.
Just another divorce Just another teenage pregnancy Just another death Just another drop-out Just another homocide Suicide Aborticide Massacre Just another war
It ended tonight,all the happieness has left my soul. it is about time that you all left me alone.
Who am I? I don't know. What am I? I don't know. How old am I? I don't know. When will I die? I know, I will die today, For my mother is giving me away.
Without a Face, Do I Still Exist?
Was I too small?
You went to see a doctor And you heard my heart beat. Months later you saw another doctor -- You walked out crying. You loved my father so much But he was never ready.
SEXUAL REVOLUTION-- It made it legal to kill creatures that we adore most. Sucking their heads off. DEAD. GONE. NEVER HAD A VOICE. . .
I am the "unborn" I wonder if I will ever see light. I wonder if I will ever see the face of my mom and dad. I wonder if they will like me. I am the "unborn".
I'm so sorry. But you are living a better life now.
Didn't Have a Name Look, my two litte feet They're mine--you gave them to me
Why do you say I am not alive I want to live and get a chancet to thrive I depend on you so you can do what you want with me but because I'm small is no reason to kill me My heart is beating just like yours
It seems like time
I’m sitting in the waiting room with daddy and I’m filling out the formsEach minute that passes by my hearts being tornMaybe it’s not to late I could just walk away and never come back
I hear a cry. A cry that does not belong to just one but to millions. They are silent screamers that have no names, no faces, no identities. Against their will they were sentenced to an eternity of cold silence.
Forget Me Not *controversial* Morning sickness brings the blues, Monthly cycle is overdue. She was drunk that night, Flinging morals in the wind,
If someone moves in darkness With no one there to see Are they there at all? Alone in naked starkness Content as could be Are they there at all? A sudden pain disrupts
Mother, why did you to take my life away? Why couldn’t I be allowed to live? Why must I never see the world? Was a grave all that you could give?
It’s one of the only businesses in the world that has no propaganda for the product No flashy commercials, no ads in magazines No pictures of fearful young girls in clinics with their legs agape
I don't like hate. Judgement makes me irate. Racism makes me want to scream. Homophobia makes me angry. I'm sick of people being mean, bullying because of their own insecurities,
The doctors hush me, My mother comforts me. I am born today, I feel happy.
The weed, my love, Pushes through the dirt, Rumbling, blistering, But doesn't really hurt, She sprouts up, Without permissions, Just to find, That no one listens.
There is no way a mom can say "that child is not mine" But for me things were different
Life is a Blessing
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see. Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
Kindness, is it only but a word? A person who hears people's needs. But oddly, sadly, is never ever heard.
You try your best to see the light. In a blinding sheet of darkness. You ignore and try to forget.
What did I do to deserve this? Why should I pay for your mistake? Will this decision bring you bliss? Why is it my life you have to take?
For every little babe that looks at a babe of its own, A footnote is attached to both of their minds. Whether or not the younger babe is wanted by the older will forever imprint a little phrase on that footnote;
White empty walls surrounded me, The sound of whispers disturbed me, I sat on a cold hard table, afraid and alone… I was told to lie back and relax as they put a mask over my nose and mouth.
What I Hate Do you know what I absolutely hate? What makes me so sick to my stomach? And my skin crawl with repulsion? I’ll tell you what I hate:
Another day, another way,
Just know that everything will be alright because I am gathering nutrients; Like your intelligence, I will be bright Like star lullabies of insouciance.
I down another bottle To wash the pain away. For a brief moment, I feel a bit okay.
Only seven weeks ago You were just a dream A figure of my imagination With it bursting at the seams
Buttons pop off seam by seamNo baby this is not a dream Chest bearing chestHe is trying to make sure that is is the best Belt unbuckles , pants hit the groundOh now you must know its going down
If I could change just one thing What could possibly suffice? Could I break the bonds of hatred,and save an unborn life? Could I pause the hands of time for just one reason, a reason To cling?
If I could change something what would I do? Would I make a new building or create a zoo? No I would change something more important The life of a child One who is unspoken
A Life Never Lived I hear them quarrel About my life So cold and immorel Words like a knife The truth is ungloved
Little blessing Blessing little blessing from God above Blessing little blessings to nurture and love God Almighty Creator of all
Sitting here 2 years after I still feel empty without your laughter, We werent ready, we were just kids, But if i could go back, id want you to live You deserved life, and all that this world has in store
Stand up and hear the cries With anguish they cry, With despair they suffer, With hope they hold on, Hear them cry. In haven, she is broken,
I hear their cries in my ever warping dreams
Stop the silent killing, everyday thousands are dead. Mass genocide, no one even cares. Spirits are unsettled, lying in purgatory. Some mothers are left unwell, others take it as "oh well".
My child, You are tiny and unseen, No more than a handful of breathing, a handful of heartbeats. Or you were, For now you lie broken,
Ah the land of the free, the brave, The tolerant Tolerant of cheating and divorce, of lies and scandals, Of murder Murder of those who can not defend themselves Who have not yet had a chance
The Cold on my feet As I walk to your fate...
Little blossom waiting to bloom, yearning for love. A tiny piece of a gargantuan-sized tree, important part of a greater whole. Although unborn it's our secret saviour....
Would you do it? Kill a friend? If you killed a child, Would it end? An elderly man Wheelchair bound, Would you knock him To the ground? What of a dog Battered and beaten?
I walked in alone No phone, no knife, no money I walked in alone
Mother: Shivering nights follow me as my stomach grows I feel her inside me I can picture her face, smile, personality Worth such a huge future But I couldn’t give it to her
What is life on the way
That bean size thing growing In your stomach it is showing
I hate to say you were a mistake, because you weren't.
It all started one day just an ordinary day the first time they got together the first of their new forever Their love was expressed as they got undressed Still just another ordinary day
Look at the child so sweet and small will it be wild or here at all Look at the toddler so precious and sweet a little waddler such a treat
Do Not Support to Abortion I want to begin by saying that I am pro-life,
A child to never experience the snow or the rain, A child never to know the difference between joy or pain. A child left behind, forgotten and faded, A life taken so quickly, and so forcefully invaded.
Why should I respect you? When you feed me propaganda- I don’t react pleasantly. Oh credit cards are the devil and fracking is great- REALLY?
I didnt get a chance to take my first step To own my first toy To breathe my first breath I didn't get a chance to be a big sister or brother Father or mother Son or daughter
Do this. Do that. Be this.
You can never forget. In everything you see, Every where you look, You'll always see me. Every day, every hour, Every minute, every second, I am there, more haunting Then you reckoned.
Tha-thump..tha-thump..tha-thump I was alive, yet you abandoned me I was remembered, yet you try to forget me I was created, yet you destroyed me WHO WAS I? Tha-thump..tha-thump..tha-thump
Now lately Daddy's been counting days Mommy’s wishing she could count sheep She's saying "let's reconsider", he's saying he's not going to keep Not caring if she weeps, this is the part where it gets deep
Silence My mother always asks me, Why I can never seem to sit still. My muscles tighten and an excuse is quickly constructed,
You planned their form in the days of Creation, And You'll be with them 'til their final destination. You knit them together in the darkness of night. You made each part special; everything is right.
My life was short My life was cruel. Winston was my brother But he hardly felt as one. I never was a child I never lived my life. I was robbed of a past I was robbed of a future.
Dear Mommy, Quietly I lay here undetected and unknown Eager to meet my creator Within you I lay in fetal position growing rapidly as my love for you amplifies
it's dark in here, but its warm, and i feel your love everyday. you rub me.sing to me.and tell me that you love me.
You told me your secret, I told you it was wrong. You acted like nothing had happened, I acted like my world had stopped. You said you had an appointment, but didn't go, I said you should have.
Tell me how can you die When you've never ever Had a soul to be alive How can you cry When you may not have A big heart inside And how can you fall When you've never
Hear the laughter and not the end Past mistakes in my head Break the tip of my pencil lead The end of the end is only the beginning When I listen to those words I only hope that you're kidding
I am not used to this pain that my body has gained. My comfortability has come to an end.My sin is the sin of a seed that was sent to destroy me before I even began.I would rather that I returned back to the old me.
The greatest fall of modern civilization, was abandoing the philosophy that kept us from the coffin. Aristotle and Aquinas held the keys, to western civilizations victory. In his metaphysics they lay,
Poor baby, broken and torn Your fate was decided before you were born From your mother's lips, your death was sworn Poor baby, because of a mistake A mistake like any other, that you didn't make
What is this feeling So strange and alone My fingers cannot move And my heart has turned to stone. The aching in my head The darkness full of pain The weakness in my lungs
Thousands are never given the chanceTo feel the cool breeze on their cheek,Or to smell grass freshly cut on a warm summer day;They will never experience the pain of heartbreak Or laugh until their sides ache.
My stomach is growing Like a bulging balloon. It inflates with each month- Ignoring my protests. I watch my own body With increasing disgust. Each day I pray for blood emerge
As they begin in the womb You go ahead and put them in their tomb. If you didn't want them in the first place Then why did you go to his place? That night when he wanted you to share, You could have stopped it right then and there.
Will she pass the test? Become just like the rest? Nothing but a statistic. Why did she risk it? Now she's full of fears, Trying to hold back the tears. How will her parents respond?
Born with sorrow, Will I survive for another tomorrow. Am I your child or just a charity award, Unwanted, abandoned, and ignored. You threw me out like a unwanted reward. My herity never to be known,
The bubbly laugh of a baby boy, A beautiful smile of a toddling two year old. The innocence of a child is something we take for granted. To think someone could decide to end the budding life within themselves..
Unsung Shavano Steadman You turn your head to fight Back the tears that cloud your sight Kiss her lips goodnight
Eyes without vision: the reflection unbearable. Life must take an intermission. My undoing, irreparable. Conception - orgasms and smiles, he made a pastime of your flesh.
To my anonymous adolescent, I’m sorry. Sorry for suppressing your existence and never giving you the chance to clock in and serve your time here on this earth.
Abortion is alright they all say. Killing innocent babies is okay. The baby could find a cure for cancer or be a president. But no, their soon to be mother isn't hesitant. I made a mistake; I can't give it good care.
Abort that little seed That didn’t even live its life. Mama and daddy what is was waiting upon. Little seed that would have been running around in the backyard,
5 a.m throwing up in this routine Thinking to myself I'm only 16 Family screaming in my ears You can have kids just wait ten years Then there's you With your eyes of blue
from fertilization to conception i was 2 living cells but since we have been joined we're on living being now
I left the birthing house a while ago. A haven of mournful mothers and cries of new breaths pierced the air— absent the slap of fathers.
I think of a day when women had no rights And of places where this still somehow occurs. Not too long ago, women had no say at all. And women fought, and fight. Women are amazing.
Warning: Content may be a little too graphic and contains controversial views. If you are offended, just simply exit the page. Simple as that, don't read it. -------------- What right do we have to take a life?
I heard his heart beat once, But that was long ago Back when I didn’t know the miseries that life would hold Before the dreams and mysteries of life grew cold Just like the hole that I carry in my soul
Cursed by biology Burdened by my family Screwed by talk of teenage dreams With the aid of government funding I turned to drugstore chemistry For results that I could read Lo and behold the test agreed
Aborted... It was all fun at first, Every kiss, every touch. Expressing your "love" With kisses and such. But he wanted more And who were you to deny? You gave into temptation
Life is short, they say Live it to the fullest. Life is a gift, they say Treasure every minute.
He said I think we better head back To that place we call paradise He wrapped a sweater around her shoulders Seeing how her arms were cold and bloodless.
He says, “We can’t afford it.” Please don’t listen to him. They say I’m just a piece of tissue, But I am living and breathing within. You will make a life changing choice, If only you can hear my voice.
Hello Mommy, I'm here waiting. You found me yesterday; this is exciting. You don't know me yet, but I know you. I can feel your love so strong and true.
One day I’ll have hands and feet With ten fingers and ten toes One day I’ll have a face that is complete With eyes, ears, mouth, and a nose One day my body will grow big strong
I loved you. I still do. Did you feel me, When I moved within you? When I kicked and twitched my tiny feet, Flexed my small fingers, To the sounds of your heartbeat.
when we're in the mood when we're in this place when the temperature rises and our hearts start to race and in between heavy breathing accompanied by low moans
The only thing I'm good at is being banged in bed sheets over the head Bodies touch emotions would rush but there's none No passion no good reason or ration Just for money to blow, a high rate hoe
A life is a life No matter the size No matter the age Abortions are legal They happen everyday A man kidnaps women Impregnates them Kills her unborn babies It's considered murder
To end a life so early and so soon, Does it seem right to offer such a way? Life is still life in the morning before noon. We chase the means as if it were a coon, To have the right legally--we say--
the thoughts at night of me committing a murder the word of the crime alone makes me shudder i hoped that God understood my plan on the other hand
It's not where your from- It's where your life's at.... I lived by this saying, but my past always brought me back! Years ago when I was 18 I fell for a guy who told me he 'loved me'.
"The answer's contraception" That's all you hear today. Or "Just get an abortion - This thing is in the way" They act like they're our saviors, And everyone's best friend. But they sanction poor behavior
No Beat twenty one days, new beat, dark,warm, happy small so very small and undistinguished but that'll change, I'll get bigger, my clay-like features won't be so undistinguished.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I look right and left. To find my surroundings sky high of bodies, and I wonder why. Far off into the distance, I can see it, The Resistance.
It rained last night and I swear i saw your face in the distance But you looked away did not say a word to me I knew you would be very shy But i really did not know the reason why
Mommy are you there? Can you hear me? ‘Cause I can hear you. Are you waiting tables? ‘Cause I’m hungry too. You’re throwing up again I know, soon it’ll all pass over though.
Almost A doctor, A lawyer, A wife She could've been there, If she had only survived. If her silent voice had been heard while asleep in womb, She may not have died far too soon.
I am alive.
In my belly lies a body A body that breathes Every breath Inhale Exhale A breath that yearns for life A life that yearns to breathe Wondering What kind of person will I be?
The world is on fire Amongst all the lies should we give into desire? For what do they yearn leaders so greedy can they not see us burn?
Welcome to this place Where judgment is our game We'll chew you up and spit you out You'll never be the same.
I was thinking of you today, Of who you might have been About your laugh and smile And rocking you in the den
Inside me there's a life I may not give the chance To live nor To be a kid Nor To grow big I feel you baby Mommy is here Yet please my child Understand This world is evil
water runs down her face refecting on the green grass feeling the growing of the circle of life aging so quickly yet yanked from the ground roots ripped from the fertile soil
First. I dream. Not just to dream, But to imagine the world How I wish it would seem. Secondly. I speak. Not just to speak, But to show how I am Far from weak.
A table prepared A meal for two A King and His guest He pours the red wine The guest indulges Laughing out loud Not seeing his King Not seeing His frown