Abortion

Month 1

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 favorite lullaby.

Month 2

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. It is so nice and warm in

here.

Month 3

You know what Mommy, I'm a girl!! 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 4

Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It

is very short and fine, but I will

have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my

time ercising. I can turn my head

and curl my fingers and toes, and

stretch my arms and legs. I am

becoming quite good at it too.

Month 5

You went to the doctor today. Mommy,

he lied to you. He said that I'm

not a

baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I

think and feel. Mommy, what's

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Month 6

I can hear that doctor again. I don't

like him. He seems cold and heartless.

Something is intruding my home. The

doctor called it a needle. Mommy what

is it? It burns! Please make him stop!

I can't get away from it! Mommy!!

HELP

m e!!

Month 7

Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's

arms. he is holding me. 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.