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Month One

mommy.

I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs.

I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs.

The sound of your heart beat is my favourite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy today I learned how to suck my thumb.

If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby

I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.

Its 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 even though you can't hear me

month four

You went to the Doctor today.

He said im not a baby.

I am a baby mommy, your baby

I think and feel.

Mommy whats abortion?

Month Five

I can hear the Doctor again.

I don't like him.

He seems cold and heartless.

Something is intruding my home the Doctor says it a needle

Mommy what is it!? It burns!

Please make him stop!

I can't get away from it!

Mommy! HELP me!

Month six

Mommy.

I am okay.

I am in Jesuses arms now.

He told me what abortion is.

Why didn't you want me mommy?

you have two choices

1) re-post this if you are against abortion

2) Don't re-post this and you have proven how cold hearted you are
An old man and his 25 year old son were sitting on a train heading for home.
The young man sticked his hand out of the window to brush his hand against the trees.


My name is Chris.

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong

I can't speak at all

Or else im locked up

All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe i'll just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to the door

He's already locked it

And i start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much to late

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O please God, have mercy!

O please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While i lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor

My name is Chris

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

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