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Voice Of The Aborted


My mommy and daddy were just having fun, They weren't expecting to create a little one, Mommy and daddy met a some party and filled there bodies and minds with alcoholic thoughts of sexual intercourse unprotected of course, Mommy some weeks later missed periods that paused moments in her life where toilets are involved, A few check ups and appointments lead to me, The unborn baby of the party goers, She calls daddy to met, And thinking that mommy wants to freak he brings champagne believing that verbal hi's would be bleak, Instead i heard mommy say we need to talk, She explains that shes has little me inside of her which released another side of daddy, Daddy was speechless until it hit, I heard him say I don't want to deal with it, Get an abortion and quick, I can't afford to raise little bit, I didn't know what abortion was at the time, But I found out and it explained why mommy cried, Agreeing say goodbye to little me, And he was happy wasn't gonna met his first seed, So somewhere before 9 weeks as I start to take form, I get a funny feeling and I start to become no more, I couldn't hear nor daddy anymore, I became a mere thought lost in my mommy and daddy's memories to the point where life's cycle won't even remember me. Life shouldn't be erased like that, The little ones are asked to be here, Nor asked to disappear, Use protection if you don't want to be expecting, Life is already short, And your playing a role where you don't ever want one to begin, And that's just not right my friend, I don't support abortion and never will, I'll always shoot for new life, Even if its in a zombie filled field. -Cspb
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