I'm in a dark room
I feel so alone
I'm wondering,
why is this my home? I'm surrounded by murderers
my days are lived in fear
I inhale so much pollution
people think I've smoked for 30 years

I thought I loved you mommy,
don't you love me too?
You're so abusive
you make me eat my poo.

I listen to your angry screams,
and also evil whispers.
Every night I hug
my 15 brothers and sisters.

Every time I say a word
you answer with a smack.
And what also makes me sad
is we're both addicted to crack.

You never bring us food, mommy.
I don't have enough to eat.
Sometimes I'm so hungry,
I suck on my smelly feet

every time I think of my life
I know I'm a sad little girl
I have 1 question, mommy:
why did you bring me into this world?

Mummy you should see me now
I have fingers and toes, I don't know how
Mummy I have ears and eyes, I can hear and see
Oh mummy are you getting as excited as me?

I can't wait until I see the world
To see your face when you realize I'm your baby girl
Mummy I just can't wait till I wear those clothes
All dressed in pale pink and pretty bows

Mummy why are you crying?
Is it because you're scared? Well don't worry mummy
I know you'll do great, I can feel how much you care

Mummy I think something's wrong
There's something in here with me
Its shaped like a tube, all round and long
Mummy I can't hear you anymore, I can't even see

There's a bright light nearby
Mummy do you think I should try and hide?
I can't help it mummy, its pulling me in
What did I do wrong mummy? I'm too young to sin

Well mummy I have to go
But first I want to let you know
That I love you mummy
And I was excited about having my first dummy
I wanted to have fun and run around
I wanted to have tantrums and throw myself on the ground
I wanted to grow up and have a best friend
And mummy I wanted to be with you until the end
I wanted to get married someday, and have kids of my own
I wanted you to be proud of me, all pretty and grown
But mummy I guess that there's something you'll never see
Just promise me mummy that you'll never forget me

Go ahead and throw a life away
It’s our choice, not mine
If you want to commit murder
Then be my guest
I won’t stop you
Because it’s not up to me
But I can’t promise
To ever look at you the same
I can’t promise to never criticize you
Or never call you a murderer
Because, fully developed or not,
A person is a person
And that makes abortion murder

~Laur