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*Note: Abortion is an issue that I'm very strongly opinionated about, so I wrote a poem about it. At first I was going to end this poem, but as I re-read it later I decided to leave it with an open ending to induce thought and allow you to liberate your own opinions about the issue.

Wow Mom, musta had a good night,
But you didn't put up too good a fight.
Now he's gone and I'm here,
You haven't even known him for a year.
You always wondered . . . how high the price?
No Mom! Please! I don't wanna be your sacrifice.
You say you've still got so much to do,
I wonder why it's all about you.

I'll never hear your voice,
But it's all your choice.
I'll never see your face,
But you need to leave this place.
I'll never say my first word,
You won't regret it [or so you heard].
I'll never know what it's like to feel love,
You hope God will take care of me, up above.
I'll never hear you laugh, or even see you smile,
But you can replace me after a little while.