It Was My Choice Poem by jackie compton

Don't fill bad when you look at me.
Because I have one arm and you have two.
I am still the same.

Don't fill bad because I lost apart of me
for you to be free.
It was my choice.

Don't cry a million tears for me.
Because it want change a thing.
Be happy that you have the right to cry a million tears.

Don't fill bad for me.
Because the price of freedon is not free.
My arm was just a down payment.
To ensure your right to be free.

In the end.
It was my choice, and i would do it again