A CHILD'S CRY

It's early yet the month is one, as you can see I have just begun. I'm so small, don't have to hide, I'm just a little seed growing inside.

Four weeks later the month is two; I'm still small but a part of you. Mommy you'll love me just wait and see, you're going to be so proud of me.

Time has past the month is three, now I'm someone you can see. My hair is blonde, my eyes are brown, mommy you're going to love having me around.

The month of five, I'm no longer alive ....Abortion is the name they give it, it takes your life before you live it.

I want to be born the month of six, it's been done it can't be fixed.

I got a new home, the month is seven, mommy killed me so now I'm in heaven.

The month of eight, mommy would have loved me but now it's too late. Murdered by my mom's own hands, I guess I'm too young to understand.

Goodbye my mom the month of nine, could have been born and doing just fine. Although I'm in Heaven I still cry, because of my mom I had to die.


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