The Doctor was fast, he must have known, I really did hurt. No
pills, no gas, just pain, was this something I deserved? I could hear the sound
of the vacuum coming closer to my head; then I heard a doctor's voice,
"It's over, it's done, it's dead."
All at once I was no more, my body was gone but my spirit had opened
me to a new door. I can feel people all around me, but not in one certain
place. I can feel the presece of children, but I see not their face. I
listen closely, to hear the children speak, and the words they were
saying sounded very strange to me.
You see, I never heard a sound that came in such a way; but what was
I to expect- this was only my first day. I asked one little boy, "What
does it feel like to be cradled in your mothers arms?" He said to me without
speaking,"It's wonderful, I felt protected and warm." I asked one
little girl, "What does it fell like to hear a lullaby?" She said, "It's
wonderful, my mother sang to me everytime I cried." I asked another what
it felt like to take your first step. He said, "It's wonderful, it prepared
me for what came next."
From child to child I spoke without saying a word, and I wondered,
"Why did my mother through me this curve?" Then it came to me, my mother,
her job, and her promotion. She needed "it" and not "me". So she chose
ABORTION. I may have been, for her, a problem, but I might have been
her pride. I might have been a doctor, a policeman, or even a daddy too.
But because I was a problem, I never heardmy mother say,"I love
you." She chose to kill me and might not have, if she had only taken a glance.
Please pray for the children, millions like me, not a problem, just
children who never had a chance. So I speak to the mothers, who are soon to be,
please mommy, don't kill me. If I'm a problem, someone else can love me.
The next 8 poems were written to me from an ex.