There's a book I read with one chapter called Tears Of Abortion. The book was in the point of view of the unborn fetus, but I'm looking at it in a different way; a completely different way. Please don't get butthurt because of my views on this topic. Bye Bye!
My body shook,
From the tears and the thrusts,
As his hands go around my front and unhook,
My bra; leaving me with hanging busts.
He went inside of me,
And left me on the ground,
I won't let him get off free,
I'll make sure he'll be found.
Time into the search found more than a man,
It found a little fetus in my stomach,
I want an abortion plan,
But the battle is more than a hummock.
The man took the charges,
But soon I was charged too,
I had to deal with barges,
From people who didn't want the baby to be through.
It's not a baby yet,
It's still a fetus: a developing cell,
Please don't fret,
And stop saying I'll go to hell.
It's my decision,
I was fucking raped,
Your opinion made a division,
Which made this uneven and unshaped.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis is a book of poems made from my imagination and passions. I hope some of you can enjoy the passions and ideas that have birthed themselves onto paper and were transcribed here. Enjoy! Bye Bye! Highest ranking: 964 #27 on #pray #35 on #think
