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Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my Mom choose I to keep.
If they abort before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
If I’m killed inside the womb,
Please heal me of my exit wounds.
If my life she choose to kill,
I pray that she will not grow ill.
Of all the unsafe place to be,
Why cannot politicians see:
I am not scared of darkened tombs,
But being here inside her womb.
Crime doesn’t happen in the street,
But inside where I kick my feet.
I’m scared that if I make her mad,
An ABORTION she will have.
The deadliest place is not Iraq
But in front of my mother’s back
It’s too bad you cannot see,
You were a ‘fetus’ just like me…
Rachael |