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A Persons a Person, No matter How Small....


from fertilization to conception i was 2 living cells but since we have been joined we're on living being now though smaller than a comma i'm alive, i'm still growing i'm depending on my momma to take care of my by knowing what kind of foods to eat and what bad habits must be dropped for me to grow my feet your caring must not be stopped if it was i'd surely die another infant statistic but why o' mommy why is homicide so realistic even though i live within you what makes you ruler of my life? i'm a person though small it's true and while living i have rights the right to live and grow as you even did yourself this truth you may not know but even you got help your own mother cared for you and birthed you out of right a person small it's true has every right to life so as you wait in line for this abortion resolution take a walk in my own amniotic fluids weak and yet powerless to even raise your voice slaughter of the innocents your a victim, your a choice if you don't want me there's adoption there's no need for me to die abortion's not eh tonly option i'm a Person this is why! inspired by Dr. Seuss's book "Horton Hears a Who"
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