Pro-Life
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Mid-January is the silent time.
This time all printed words have ignored.
This day the whole of them fall quiet.
They dare not to speak of the dead ones,
Or of poverty-stricken women,
I have these two friends...
In school, they both have goals and dream.
Both got pregnant at eighteen.
Sweet girls that fell victim to all of the lies-
Of “Love” they thought they had from other “Nice Guys.”
Stolen from the sunrise
Whispered by the moonlight
Never remembered but by a
Steady heartache and the
Secret guilty thought
Somewhere faraway
They plead for your sake;
“Am I not a man and a brother?”
Read the abolitionist poster in my American history textbook.
Above said slogan depicted a negro slave,
Oh, Baby
Shining light
Dazzling smile
Shimmering eyes
All sounds too cliché.
What is there to say?
Such joy
Unknown bliss
Unexpected peace
Little blessing
Blessing little blessing from God above
Blessing little blessings to nurture and love
God Almighty Creator of all
Oh my heart is beating
Does she know I'm here?
I hear his voice, I hear hers
I love you mommy, dear.
I'm growing mommy
Can't you feel it?
What did you scream at daddy?
You can't deal with it?
A baby comes to life at once, Begins to feed and grow.
Mother starts acting strange, Yet she does not know.
The baby grows and is finally seen What goes through Mother's mind?
Refrain, Abstain,
the words we are told.
A game, A game,
the loser behold.
His morals he left,
his values he tore.
'Till all goodness cleft,
and no conscience wore.
An oath he did promise,
Inside me I hold something sacred
It is alway something given and never taken
What I hold is my light, my only source of pure
It is so precious I must watch who I give it to
My light is apart of my spirit
Light and dark isn’t always clear
Most people walk in the gray
And the gray is what most people fear
What if the light is what is wrong?
If what is wrong is what is light is it right?
And you've been missing from my life
Nothing good was ever mine
There is just nowhere to hide
I always come under the light
Don't know how to go and fight
I lost everything before I even had it
After the door shuts and the footsteps die
In the quietness the baby cries
And in the air frustrations fly
When the crying stops the mom sighs
In the crib the baby lies
Mom can rest now as she walks away
Now you lay me down to sleep
The soul God prayed for you to keep.
Sentenced to die before I awake,
My life ended, because of one mistake.
Aphrodite, slightly bouncing on her toes, happily sought to gossip of lovers' woes. "Wanting a bride, a man of grand sum did seek the promised hand of a maiden mild and meek. Through my guidance, her betrothed heart he did please.
