Mommy, can you hear me?
I love the way you sing
I love the way you talk to me
You treat me like a king
I hear you cry at night sometimes, have I made you sad?
I heard dad say some nasty things
He sure is pretty bad
Mommy, can you hear me?
You rarely talk to me
You rarely hug me tight at night
You seem to worry me
Mommy, where are we going?
This place makes me scared
Big men, dark eyes
What are they telling you?
What have you with me not shared?
Mommy, can you hear me?
Mommy, help me. Please!
These men are hurting me so bad
Blood pours out from me like seas!
Mommy, oh, mommy mommy!
Have I done something wrong?
Please mommy, give me one more chance
Please, just take me home
Mommy?
Can you hear me?
Mommy....
......why?......
“I've noticed that everyone who is for abortion has already been born.”
― Ronald Reagan
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Who Will Reach Them?
PoetryThrough these poems I ask you to awaken from your spiritual and mental slumber. The world needs you, reach out, help them before it is too late.
