Adam M. Snow

Freshman - 793 Points (5/30/1988 / Phoenix, AZ)

Voice Of The Aborted - Poem by Adam M. Snow

Momma, momma
Can't you hear me crying?
They cut me up yet you're denying
The life that could have been.

I was asleep, growing, sucking on my thumb;
My heart was beating in your womb...
You choose to end what could have been.
A furnace now my tomb.

I'm without a voice, I can't yet speak.
If I did, would you hear me;
Let me live a life,
Let me be what I wanted to be?

Did daddy love me as much as you,
Who felt the need for me to die?
Momma, momma
Can't you hear me cry?

You let them pull me from your womb;
Ripped my arms apart.
Hear my cry, momma...
They cease this beating heart.

They said it's your choice to take my life.
They said I'm just a group of cells.
But I'm a human being just like you,
Whose heart now beats still.

Now I lay here in a bloody mess,
With no future of my own.
These men will burn and sell my parts,
While you live your life alone.

You rejoice with no regrets,
Just wait, you'll pay your debts.
You took my life and what could be -
Momma, did you truly not love me?

-A baby's heart starts beating 18 days from conception. It starts beating at about 3-4 weeks, you won't hear it until around 8 weeks. If you think their life doesn't matter, look in the mirror because someone thought your life matter enough to keep your heart beating.-

Topic(s) of this poem: baby, dark, death, emotions, murder, truth


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 24, 2015


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