ABORTION
I heard of this world from where i come from,
Please give me a chance to explore,
I have longed to walk on this soil,
Please let me accomplish my dream.
O my mother mine,
For you were not persecuted by thy mother,
I will be punctured,
I will be torn apart,
My new bones will be broken,
My spick-and-span flesh ripped off.
I can’t voice out my distress, For i am dumb,
But i speak with a heavy heart, I don’t understand any language yet, For i am deaf,
But when i heard “ABORTION”
I understood clearly because that’s the only reason i can cry in your belly.
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