All alone with no control over my life Feeling Pain, sensing danger Only on basic urges and emotion, I exist Tossing, turning, in my ever-growing sleep Crying out everyday to ears unheard Growing each and everyday in experiences I observe
Nurtured and strengthened by each new move I make Cramped and discomforted by the bed irresponsibility makes day to day tests in my life change Walking by me, people never have the chance to see me I am the child never born, I am abortion
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I would like to translate this poem
strong, real... so few people understand, but more are finding out daily...if we dont band together, we are lost!