Abortion 

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I heard of this world from where I come from,

Please give me a chance to explore. 

I have longed to walk on this soil,

Please let me accomplish my dream.
O my mother mine,

For you were not persecuted by thy mother,

I will be punctured,

I will be torn apart,

My new bones will be broken,

My spick-and-span flesh ripped off.
I can’t voice out my distress,

For I am dumb,

But I speak with a heavy heart,

I don’t understand any language yet,

For I am deaf,

But when I heard “ABORTION”

I understood clearly because that’s the only reason i can cry in your belly.

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