Never infected
But somehow neglected
Of a month come late
To a cold tomb is my
fate
Of no name
But filled with shame
Not mine of consent
But I pay a toll doubled and
bent
Frail, not born
Ripped from womb and
torn
Cast out with the bath
water
Could my life have been
shorter?
See me now and see me
clear
See me once if you dare
For at least look me in the
face
Before you take me from my
place
What future did I have in
store?
Am I not alive at my
core?
Do you know when a soul is
given?
Is murder not a sin?
Who are you to choose life and
death?
Are you better than a junky on
crystal meth?
For choice is the essence of
life
So please dont let yours, be
mine of strife.
From a daughter, to a sister, and
a wife
Be aware what you choose to do
with life.
You are given greatness and power
You are beautiful as a new
blooming flower.
You were conceived, born, and
loved
You were held, and kissed, and
hugged
Your were once a baby, young and
new
What if your mother decided not to
keep you.