Mommy I was concieved just yesterday
but I live in your womb, mommy I am
alive just because you cannot see me,
waiting for the day you take me in your
arms to be your little child of joy,
in the future of the days you go to the
clinic and I no longer am, mommy you murdered
me.
In a list
A contest entry
- Babies Are Real, Not Your Throw-Away Mistakes by Shakespeare.
1010 points, ended April 21, 2008, 10 entries
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'conceived' Rules include a minimum of 20 lines. ALso, this poem could use quite a bit of revision. We have a bunch of time left until the contest close, use it.
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If only.
If only the ones have willful abortions and not the ones where there is no other option, they would understand that abortion is taking away a life that is not thiers to take.
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