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abortion poem part 2: My little hands of destruction
Mommy, mommy...you killed me, for my hands.
Mommy you killed me because you were afraid of what my hands would do.
But I don't understand, I thought I would do good.
I thought you wanted me because I was a chance.
Mommy I was the chance that you never gave the world because you took away mine.
Mommy I thought I would be the most precious to you, even more than time.
Mommy, mommy ...tell me please, why did you kill me?
I could have been a doctor, I could have been a fire fighter, I could have been a priest, I could have been a pilot, I could have cured cancer, mommy!
I could've cure you...
Mommy, mommy I'm strong.
Stronger than you think and my hands... my little hands of destruction is why you got rid of me... well mommy I'm sorry!
I'm sorry I couldn't please you,
Mommy I'm sorry that you couldn't give me life so I could cure you.
Mommy I'm sorry that I haven't saved lives.
Mommy I'm sorry that I can't breathe! And I'm saying sorry because it was my hands of destruction to blame.
You got rid of me because of them.
But mommy, I'm sorry to think that you have completely crossed the line to another side that I didn't even know existed.
But mommy, I know you lay wondering what ever happened to your beautiful after for all I ever was, was a happily ever disaster.
Mommy I'm sorry...
I'm sorry I tried to help and didn't keep to myself, like everyone else.
Mommy, mommy explain to me, Why did you wait so long?
You could've killed me when i didn't have toes, or my full grown head,
Mommy you could've killed me when my hands still haven't grown in yet...but you didn't.
Mommy, mommy I have hands! Doesn't that count?
I guess not b/c i will never be able to wrap my entire little hand around one of your fingers.
Mommy, mommy i have a nose! Doesn't that count?
I guess not b/c of you I will never be able to use it.
Mommy, mommy I have a heart! Doesn't that count?
i guess not b/c it will never be able to beat for you
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