Cheri Odom

Give Me A Chance To Live

Just a babe am I.
Food should be put in my mouth.
Poison is for the destroying of hazardous waste.
You encourage my mentality with knowledge.
Tell me why do you discourage my body to be damaged.
We know there's suffering before conception.
Yet, you're here for our protection.
Eight against violence of any kind.
Something not to corruption on our minds.
Dirt is definitely for the ground, and not to be distributed around.
Keep me here to help others to relate, and not contribute to hurt or hate.
We know our nerves can feel.
Remember there is a chance to live and our will not to kill.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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