Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes. - Mahatma Gandhi


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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?

© J.J.Mays


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