Mommy killed me
She silenced my breath
She cut off my head
She choked me to death.
For when I was growing
About to be born
From her precious womb
She had me torn.
Mommy, mommy,
Why'd you do it?
Mommy, mommy,
We could've made it.
I make comments on this poem to ask myself... IF I favor abortion? OR do I favor one's desire of wishing, to have never been born? But then...would 'Mommy Kill Me' exist? Or the closing hopeful lines of this poem? What a mind twister.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I make comments on this poem to ask myself... IF I favor abortion? OR do I favor one's desire of wishing, to have never been born? But then...would 'Mommy Kill Me' exist? Or the closing hopeful lines of this poem? What a mind twister.