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We march the street with dominant determination in hopes of not only making a change, but curing a crisis. Within each stride we ride our roar amoung thousands of fighters who share that encore.
I, too, matter   I am the unborn daughter. The one with the heartbeat. The one without a life. But my heart still beats,
It was a wrongful death. I should have at least seen the light of one more day... A day. But no, I was ripped from warmth and comfort and dragged, Into the cold of a dark room; Bright lights;
PROLIFE tiny little life waiting in the womb just waiting to be born PROLIFE thinking it's no big deal asked what they did today oh i had an abortion like it's nothing PROLIFE
It is his fourth birthday today He loves rocket ships and has traveled to the moon and back in his dreams He has blue eyes like the ocean waves lapping at the shoreline
Conception. Two cells coming together to create one new being. A small precious person growing, living. Compacted with purpose and potential in a tiny figure, so soft and sweet.  Ready to make the future reality.
Am I a Republican or a Democrat a liberal or a conservative am I for gay rights or against gay rights
This is my body. I do what I want. This is my body, Not your’s. This is my blood. It will shed   Only Every month Of my life.   This is my body, too.
I question if i am making the right decisions.. When i look into those tearfulled eyes My child I have walkd thro hell with you still growing in my womb.. but why is it now
The weed, my love, Pushes through the dirt, Rumbling, blistering, But doesn't really hurt, She sprouts up, Without permissions, Just to find, That no one listens.  
I down another bottle To wash the pain away. For a brief moment, I feel a bit okay.
Ah the land of the free, the brave, The tolerant Tolerant of cheating and divorce, of lies and scandals,   Of murder Murder of those who can not defend themselves Who have not yet had a chance
Little blossom waiting to bloom, yearning for love. A tiny piece of a gragantuan-sized tree, important part of a greater whole. Although unborn it's our secret soldier, our hidden savioutr....  
Little blossom waiting to bloom, yearning for love. A tiny piece of a gargantuan-sized tree, important part of a greater whole. Although unborn it's our secret saviour....  
Alone, fearful, ashamed A burden not yet named. Who would have thought that she Would end up being "we"?   Bold, beautiful, bright A future with such light. Success postponed to linger
Human Rights?   What can one say about human rights?   What about those who don't have a light?   A persons a person no matter how small,  
All we need is love,
What is life on the way
A child to never experience the snow or the rain, A child never to know the difference between joy or pain. A child left behind, forgotten and faded, A life taken so quickly, and so forcefully invaded.
He says, “We can’t afford it.” Please don’t listen to him. They say I’m just a piece of tissue, But I am living and breathing within. You will make a life changing choice, If only you can hear my voice.
I loved you. I still do. Did you feel me, When I moved within you? When I kicked and twitched my tiny feet, Flexed my small fingers, To the sounds of your heartbeat.
A life is a life No matter the size No matter the age Abortions are legal They happen everyday A man kidnaps women Impregnates them Kills her unborn babies It's considered murder
To end a life so early and so soon, Does it seem right to offer such a way? Life is still life in the morning before noon. We chase the means as if it were a coon, To have the right legally--we say--
Almost A doctor, A lawyer, A wife She could've been there, If she had only survived. If her silent voice had been heard while asleep in womb, She may not have died far too soon.
First. I dream. Not just to dream, But to imagine the world How I wish it would seem. Secondly. I speak. Not just to speak, But to show how I am Far from weak.
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