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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

met up with jean jus now. so we were talking about what if we got pregnant , what will we do.
her ans was simple... gif birth.. well , my ans was abort. =) and this is wad i saw at my frenster bullentin board .

Mommy
I am only 4 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
I'm not big enough to survive outside
my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four


Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers
and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six


I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Someth ing is intruding my home.
Mommy what is it?
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?


Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.


KISS * ♥
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