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


bulan One

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

bulan Two

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

bulan Three

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

bulan 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.

bulan Five

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

bulan 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 ...

bulan Seven

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

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One lebih hati, tengah-tengah that was stopped. Two lebih eyes that will never
see. Two lebih hands that will never touch. Two lebih legs that will never run. One lebih mouth that will never speak.