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Little one


it grows in the belly it grows and kicks,

 abortion is the cruelest thing it is murder of the unborn,

little life,

legs,arms,tiny mouth,and eyes yet to form,

it comes then it goes but you cannot replace a mess you make,

For why is it a persons decision of someone else's life to take,

 

doctor,lawyer,teacher,soilder, artist, whoever the youngens were to be,

to bad with abortions those youngen's will never see,

there in a better place in heaven where there free.

oh little one oh little one,

you kick and scream smile and cry,

i wish you didn't die,

Yet, abortion still exsist I don't why,

oh little one oh littles ones up in heaven or soon to be the next abotrion babies goodbye

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Iḿ M, I like reading, writing, cooking, acting, and helping others. Good luck to other poets out there, and never give up on your dreams. No matter how hard it seems.

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