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The little ones who come to us
are often unexpected.
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At times I wish I were a man,
That I might wed a lonely maid
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Who would have the nerve
To kill a defenseless kid
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She loves the way her hands shake
When holding that pretty stick
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My Dear Léa,
By allowing your abortion I sinned against you and against God. Forgive me Léa, for I did it for all the wrong reasons.
by leamasri
19 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 17 8:10 AM 2007. In Abortion, Personal, Life, Sad, Anger, Depressed, Family, Angry, Goodbyes
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Why have sex if you're not ready for a child / Everyones thoughts are so mild / I don't believe in abortion / Life a child is a fortune / I can see if you get pregnant from being raped / But let me get you
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my guts were / lying by my / fishnet / feet / and / they twisted / into a / sailboat / origami baby wants to play / and the ambulance / played on / like a soundtrack / broken br
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I have stories to tell / of women I know who went through hell / they had courage and did (or tried to do) what they felt is right / I got
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Today my little one was supposed to be the first day of the rest of your life, / Today my little one u were supposed to take your first breath out of me, / Today my little one u were supposed to cry for the first time,
by leamasri
27 lines, 6 comments,
on Jun 18 3:57 AM 2007. In Abortion, Pain, Dark, Sad, Depressed, death, Suicide, Goodbyes, Personal
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Her barren eyes downcast, exploring unseen guilt.
Trembling hands move up swept, untangling hair in vain.
Another mother-to-be,
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eyes well with tears / as her fingertips graze that single scar, / a memory from a different life, / she was only 17 years old, / "It was an accident, / the condom broke" / She just wasn't ready, / But little di
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"It's none of your fucking business!" / words screamed at me, / Just a normal girl, holding a picket sign, / "Why does one have to die?" / Excuse me for caring, / for one with no defense. / You scream at me, /
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Warm thick blood / contained in a milk chocolate shell. / This is what I want, / what I need, / to sustain the demon child / growing within
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Mummy, why can you not see me / here so fragile and small? / Mummy why can you not hear me? / Why are your ears deaf to my call? /
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i was pregnant no more then two years ago / but i wasn’t old enough to raise a child / I still had a life full of dreams to accomplish / before i even thought to settle down / i was crazy and immature back then / an
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I know I never knew you / I know I never will / But I will always love you / till the end of hell / / You might not of started / Your life
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One night of pleasure gave you a life time of pain....
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Looking in the mirror I can't believe what i see
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My heart is beating mummy, Can you hear it beat?
by CatherineL
59 lines, 4 comments,
on Mar 18 5:30 AM 2007. In Sad, Death, Teen issues, Family, Life, Other, Pain, Loss, Grief, Abortion
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