Abortion

by ashley buzzard   Dec 19, 2005


It is said that the younger generation, we, are the future.
you remember...
a beautiful baby girl
has entered your life
you hold her in your arms
feeling the tears
roll down your cheek
taking her home
for the first time
show her off
to all your friends
you watch her grow
you see her growing everyday
no longer do you
have to brush her hair
or tie her shoes
you don't get to watch her
leave everyday on the bus
now shes driving
becoming a young adult
you find it hard
to let her go
but it should come easy
you let her go before
after all this
was just your imagination
thinking of how
it could have been
why are we letting people destroy our future...?

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