Abortion

07 May 2018

J.J.Mays
She cries quietly
Her sobs of aggravation
Clawing at her throat
Screaming "no" silently
Her minds a wreck
And she looks a mess
Trapped inside her own womb
14 weeks that's her deadline
98 days for her to cross the line and decide
she doesn't know what to do or where to go
unlike in her dreams
it would seem
the population tears her seams
An embryo of hate grows
Within her, within them
They said its wrong but its her right
They tried to make her choice for her choice but who are they to decide
Its a new life but it is also hers as well
Its her right, right?

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There's not much id like to say. That said i much prefer to be the book without a cover. A book where the spine is all there is.

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