Recently when talking with one of the Pregnancy Care Center Ambassadors, she brought to my attention a poem she had written 24 years ago about abortion from the baby's perspective. She came across it as she was going through papers from her childhood and says, "I got tears in my eyes when I recalled that I was so young but so strong in my beliefs even then." I thought it was touching and wanted to share it.
My eyes are blue like mommy’s
My hair is blond like dads
But things like this they’ll never know
I’m the only chance they had
God gave me to my parents
A gift money can’t buy
They weren’t very thankful
Because they made me die
I never had a chance to live,
A chance to hear or see
They said I was still tissue
That wasn’t meant to be
I was just a tiny person
I only need time
If they had let me grow and live
I would have been just fine
They said I’m not a person
Unless I’ve actually been born
But if they really knew the truth
My sad, sad death they’d morn
The doctor came with the instruments
The pain was so intense
They pulled me from my mommy’s womb
And I had no defense
By Alison Simo
Printed with permission
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