The sky is dark,
pregnant with heavy clouds,
distant sounds of thunder,
flashes of lightning,
a storm is sure on its way.
Sitting here in my bed,
my hands on my tummy,
I can feel your heart beat.
but alas my dear,
these are your last beats.
Sleeping peacefully in my womb,
you have no tomorrows to see,
no world to be born into.
today by your own beloved family
you are going to be butchered my dear.
I did all that I could,
I argued with sense,
cried with despair,
fought with anger,
but all in vain.
As the storm advances,gathering speed,
I tremble filled with fear and tears,
today I can do nothing but wait,
wait for the act of abortion,
an abortion cause you are a girl my dear.
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