| Ode To The Killing Of The Unborn Child |
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| A sexual encounter
Between man and woman; No rubber, no pill, Nothing to block it from happening. Unaware of their faulty decision, Wrapped inside the pleasure of the act, Like two children playing outdoors. Nothing can stop them now. Tense muscles letting go. Finally the act has come to a halt. A couple of minutes for fantasy, A lifetime of dread to come. Her monthly visitor is late. It�s traumatized from the rush. She doesn�t seem to notice; It�s far away from her mind. Gag and hurl, the morning has come, It�s not the flu; it�s the nine-month sickness. This careless girl is paying her toll For not taking responsibility. Not a panic in the world; A decision is made right on the spot. So cruel and evil this girl has turned out to be To take a life before it starts. The doctor, a butcher, ready for his prey, Pulls out his chainsaw and cuts away. He digs in deep to destroy the evidence. She doesn�t want mommy and daddy to think she is a whore. She doesn�t like the pain. �It�s not what I deserve!� For killing a fetus, she deserves much more! How can she be so selfish, always thinking of herself? She just killed something so innocent, on purpose! The murderer I no longer know, I disowned her as a friend. She should have thought about her decision Before she went ahead. She wasn�t able to handle The consequences of sex. She should have acted wisely, Then I would still be her friend. |
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