I found this poem and i felt i needed to post it


maand One

Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your hart-, hart beat is my favoriete lullaby.

maand Two

Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If u could see me, u could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home pagina though. It is so nice and warm in here.

maand Three

u know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes u happy. I always want u to be happy. I don't like it when u cry. u sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with u even though u can't hear me.

maand Four

Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

maand Five

u went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He zei that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

maand Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No ...

maand Seven

Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't u want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One meer hart-, hart that was stopped. Two meer eyes that will never
see. Two meer hands that will never touch. Two meer legs that will never run. One meer mouth that will never speak.