Only a few weeks old am I

Slowly growing carefully inside

Sensing the evil that lies ahead

Why dear mom do you want me dead?

I can’t do anything…It is YOUR choice.

But if I could have anything, I’d have a voice.

I would tell you mom,

Even though my life will be all through

Not matter what I can’t hate you

My only wish is that you could see,

All the pain and hurt inside of me

Please dear mom, say this is something you will regret.

Would it have been different if we could have only met?

Is there no other choice than this?

If there is not, think upon me as someone you will miss

You say I’m only a small price to pay

For what has taken part

Should that be in the millions, mom