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I write what I feel like, when and if it comes to me.
About me was updated as of 2:39 PM EST on Mar 02, 2006.
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Month One
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of
your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your
heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could
definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home
though. It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want
you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad
too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a
lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my
fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it
too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a
baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it?
It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No .
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Month Seven
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never
see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never
run. One more mouth that will never speak.
I write what I feel like, when and if it comes to me.
About me was updated as of 2:39 PM EST on Mar 02, 2006.
----
Month One
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of
your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your
heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could
definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home
though. It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want
you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad
too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a
lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my
fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it
too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a
baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it?
It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No .
. .
Month Seven
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never
see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never
run. One more mouth that will never speak.
- Last seen on Aug 25 11:21 PM. Member since December 2, 2004.
- I'm a onyx dragon poet for 818 comments.
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, and quote is "Give me a bird and I'll give you feet.". - I am a 22 year old man from Maryland (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm doing other things.
- Visit my homepage at www.kimojuno.net/
- I am in the groups Poets Against Child Abuse
- I have 818 comments, 9 contests, 2 columns, 299 poems
Poems I'm focused on
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25 lines, 1 comment, February 3, 2008. In Life, My thoughts, Stairs, Kimojuno, My Mind, My Own Style
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Yet here I stand-barely able to breath;
I weigh so little-yet so much. (updated) -
I closed my eyes and began to dream,
I imagine a time that I could be free. -
Do you ever feel it?
I'm sure you do...
My Poetry
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Lord, when i think of You, i can only wish one thing,
i wish that You were near right here in this room.19 lines, October 20, 2008
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- Column: To my favorites. at allpoetry
To my favorites, why you put up with me I'll never know, and why you read mine still boggles me.
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Ninth Deadly Sin on March 6, 2008ill check your work later oddball..
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clichedriven : THANK YOU on August 3, 2007Thank you so so much for giving me my first legit medal (I have had honorable mention before which is cool and all but I've never been in the top 3) thanks again!
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esroddo : Just dropped by to say Hi and checking out your poems on June 9, 2007Such a beautiful border. So peaceful and sensual.
Love your style of writing. Keep up the great work. (Lisa) -
Kimojuno on February 18, 2005Okay the problem with the background is how no colors (besides the main black) is the same. So instead of just scratching the whole thing and changing it I made a new column (heh my first one..days of firsts) - So you can find that at allpoetry.com/poem/1070131 if you want to.
Anyway thanks for coming and trying to read (lol) I understand though and no problem you don't have to enter the contest.
