abortion is my choice.
i'll do it if i want.
you have no say.
get the hell away from me.
i can't support a child.
i won't give my child up to adoption.
for what?
to be put into the system.
to be raped, beaten, molested?
and then only to be forgotten!
no! no i won't! !
i'd rather die!
my child will have a better life in heaven
then it ever could living on the earth with me.
right?
of course!
oh god what will i do?
i don't want my son to be in heaven.
not with a bunch of people he was never alive to meet.
i must go with him.
so i can watch him grow and prosper.
in heaven.
far away from this living hell.
filled with junckies, whores, and pimps.
i must kill my self to save my son.
i dont want him to go heaven with a hole in his brain.
so i'll slit my wrist.
it' won't hurt.
right?
Carissa McBride
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abortion-20/
