prolife
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We march the street with dominant determination
in hopes of not only making a change, but curing a crisis.
Within each stride we ride our roar
amoung thousands of fighters who share that encore.
I, too, matter
I am the unborn daughter.
The one with the heartbeat.
The one without a life.
But my heart still beats,
It was a wrongful death.
I should have at least seen the light of one more day...
A day.
But no,
I was ripped from warmth and comfort and dragged,
Into the cold of a dark room;
Bright lights;
PROLIFE
tiny little life
waiting in the womb
just waiting to be born
PROLIFE
thinking it's no big deal
asked what they did today
oh i had an abortion
like it's nothing
PROLIFE
It is his fourth birthday today
He loves rocket ships and has traveled to the moon and back in his dreams
He has blue eyes like the ocean waves lapping at the shoreline
Conception.
Two cells coming together to create one new being.
A small precious person growing, living.
Compacted with purpose and potential in a tiny figure, so soft and sweet.
Ready to make the future reality.
Am I a Republican or a Democrat
a liberal or a conservative
am I for gay rights or against gay rights
This is my body.
I do what I want.
This is my body,
Not your’s.
This is my blood.
It will shed
Only
Every month
Of my life.
This is my body, too.
I question if i am making the right decisions..
When i look into those tearfulled eyes
My child
I have walkd thro hell with you still growing in my womb..
but why is it now
The weed, my love,
Pushes through the dirt,
Rumbling, blistering,
But doesn't really hurt,
She sprouts up,
Without permissions,
Just to find,
That no one listens.
I down another bottle
To wash the pain away.
For a brief moment,
I feel a bit okay.
Ah the land of the free, the brave,
The tolerant
Tolerant of cheating and divorce, of lies and scandals,
Of murder
Murder of those who can not defend themselves
Who have not yet had a chance
Little blossom waiting to bloom, yearning for love.
A tiny piece of a gragantuan-sized tree, important part of a greater whole.
Although unborn it's our secret soldier, our hidden savioutr....
Little blossom waiting to bloom, yearning for love.
A tiny piece of a gargantuan-sized tree, important part of a greater whole.
Although unborn it's our secret saviour....
Alone, fearful, ashamed
A burden not yet named.
Who would have thought that she
Would end up being "we"?
Bold, beautiful, bright
A future with such light.
Success postponed to linger
Human Rights?
What can one say about human rights?
What about those who don't have a light?
A persons a person no matter how small,
A child to never experience the snow or the rain,
A child never to know the difference between joy or pain.
A child left behind, forgotten and faded,
A life taken so quickly, and so forcefully invaded.
He says, “We can’t afford it.”
Please don’t listen to him.
They say I’m just a piece of tissue,
But I am living and breathing within.
You will make a life changing choice,
If only you can hear my voice.
I loved you.
I still do.
Did you feel me,
When I moved within you?
When I kicked and twitched my tiny feet,
Flexed my small fingers,
To the sounds of your heartbeat.
A life is a life
No matter the size
No matter the age
Abortions are legal
They happen everyday
A man kidnaps women
Impregnates them
Kills her unborn babies
It's considered murder
To end a life so early and so soon,
Does it seem right to offer such a way?
Life is still life in the morning before noon.
We chase the means as if it were a coon,
To have the right legally--we say--
Almost
A doctor,
A lawyer,
A wife
She could've been there,
If she had only survived.
If her silent voice had been heard while asleep in womb,
She may not have died far too soon.
First.
I dream.
Not just to dream,
But to imagine the world
How I wish it would seem.
Secondly.
I speak.
Not just to speak,
But to show how I am
Far from weak.
