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abuse, abortion, pain, hate |
Mother, why do you hit me so? Tell me what did I do? Mother why do you break my bones? Remember, I love you. Mother, why do you turn away? When I cry out in pain? Mother can’t you see? It’s driving me insane. Mother, why do you close your eyes? When the metal touches you? Mother how can you just walk away? When that man is through? Mother my blood is on his jacket And has stained his gloves so red I’ve not been born yet There’s a halo, here upon my head. These are those unheard voices? Those with no way to speak? These are those around us? Who are beaten, broken, and weak? This for those, unborn babies Who never had a breath What a cruel, and pathetic world Where the sentence for life, is death. So here’s to the mothers who beat kids Or made him lame excuses Here is to the women, who covered for the Man For you are just as useless. Here’s to the women whom babies blood stained the abortionists floor Here’s to the mother who killed their child, to play the heartless whore. I seem to have a smile When I see a child taking in a breath And my heart seems to swell, happy They’ve eluded death I may not know every detail Of the way they’re living But I do know, they get to see the day The day that they’ve been given |