A Letter From an Aborted Child

You didn't know for 10 weeks that I was there
And when you did find out
So what?
It's not like you actually cared.

Mistake
A choice
A cancer
Call me what you will
It doesn't change the fact that now I'm laying still.

Laying still on a tray;
I will soon be in a bin
Because you ripped me from your womb
It has now become a tomb
Of memories that could've been

You didn't feel my pain?
You couldn't hear my cries?
I needed you to save me but you didn't even try.

What did I do wrong, mommy?
Is this what I deserve?
Now that you've made your choice it cannot be reversed.

I want to say I love you, but my vocal chords are snipped
I wanna run to you for refuge but my legs, my legs, are ripped.

Ripped from the tiny body that looks just like you.
"It's only a fetus. It has no life."
You thought that this was true

And though you were wrong
You did not feel remorse
You went about your day
And let life take its course

I'm glad you have a life mommy!
I wish I had the choice to see
What the world is like
But, mommy,
You made that choice for me.

I know you were scared
And that your life was no ball
But how can you determine that having a sad life was worse than having no life at all?

It was not my fault that I was conceived
And I thought it was your responsibility
To care for me, nurture me with loving affection.
But how could I have felt love when you treated me like an infection?

Unfortunately, because of you,
I didn't live very long.
Everyone said it was your choice
But, boy, did you chose wrong.

Now I am dead. A helpless child.
You should take a bow.
You're life's back in order.
Are you happy now?