Mommy! Why don't you love me? You haven't even seen how
beautiful I am.
It doesn't matter how I got here does it? I'm your very
own miracle.
Hoping that you'll give me a chance to experience life,
like your mother allowed you to have your life.
Why can't I have a chance? I'll try not to ruin it, I'll
make you proud Mommy, I really will.
Please don't destroy my mind before I can use it, don't
blind me without ever giving me the opportunity to see you
smile.
Please let me continue to hear your voice, I can hear in
here Mommy, your voice soothes and calms my fears.
Yet the way you are talking, the inflection in your voice
scares me.
What does abortion mean, Mommy? I heard you say that word
today, why is it so frightening?
Don't you love me? You haven't even held my little hand
yet, doesn't it matter to you whether I am a girl or a boy?
Mommy, what is my name going to be? I can't talk yet,
but I can feel, and you can feel me kicking inside you.
Mommy, I'm alive, I want to stay alive, please don't listen
to those people, they don't know what it's like, being
helpless here inside of you.
It's not their lives you're deciding to end, it's mine, I'm
your little baby, I love you, doesn't that matter at all?
From the exact moment of conception I became a living being,
life filled me.
Don't you see, Mommy? If I hadn't come alive at that very
moment I could never have grown like I have.
Dead things don't grow, Mommy, I grew, I've been alive all
along.
Don't let their lies fool you, let me live so you can love
me all my life, I want to be like other children playing
and growing all around you, I want to come home with you.
A lovely poem against foeticide (specially female foeticide) all over the world which itself is a crime of murdering in the name of abortion or foeticide. Thanks for sharing this emotional write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was mesmerized and hypnotized to read this beautiful poem, a work of art. I, too, believe we shouldn't fight the nature, and we no right to destroy a child before or after death, all the same.