I am your child speaking from the womb
If you cannot hear my cries now
You will hear them from my tomb.
Not a tomb like you will have one day,
They will dispose of my body
By throwing it away.
Why do you hate me so much
You would have this done to me?
Was I not conceived in love
That you gave so free?
I understand that you are young
You cannot care for me.
They still have adoptions yet
Would you not do this for you pet?
I am a living human being
I will feel the pain
You do this because it's your choice
The doctor for monetary gain
I guess I am ready
Go ahead and do it
So I will never call you mother
But one day in Heaven
Your will be judged for this murder.
On the loss of an unborn child
Charles Bailey Sept.1968
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.