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*Three months old in my mother’s womb Whispers I heard outside, A man persuading mum To destroy me Because he doubted I was his. I heard mum cried, And felt her tears Falling to her bulging belly, My bed room, A thunderous sound That struck my universe Almost tearing it apart.* *The man talking to another man, A professional killer of my kind, I heard about the price of my life, To destroy me Worth only ‘$300’. Mum’s heart beat faster, Bringing blood like a mighty rushing wave To my weak, gentle nerves and veins Almost rapturing them apart.* *Mum whispered I heard while she cried, “You are a gift and blessing to me, My child, my beloved one.” I will keep you,” She promised. I tried to comfort mum but couldn't. I conjured up ominous images Of my shattered body, My flesh, blood and bone; It was too painful to bear. So I stamped my feet On my bed, Her stomach bulged, And I felt mum embraced me, With her gentle hands.* *From the smallest corner of her heart Next to her bulging belly, My bed room, I heard mama interceded with God For the forgiveness of the sins And comfort of thousand women Who aborted their pregnancies Due to **** pregnant while breast feeding, Incestuous affairs, teenage pregnancies Or on medical conditions For the physical and emotional pains They endured and guilt that may have lingered still.* *In her bulging stomach, My bed room, my home, I waited for my eviction, Every day. Then one day, after a long wait, It rained cats and dogs With muds of blood In my bedroom. I tried to cling to the roof of my bed room, But was swept away by the natural disaster Through the channel of life Into my mother's gentle arms.*
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
As Heard and Felt from a Foetus
*Three months old in my mother’s womb Whispers I heard outside, A man persuading mum To destroy me Because he doubted I was his. I heard mum cried, And felt her tears Falling to her bulging belly, My bed room, A thunderous sound That struck my universe Almost tearing it apart.* *The man talking to another man, A professional killer of my kind, I heard about the price of my life, To destroy me Worth only ‘$300’. Mum’s heart beat faster, Bringing blood like a mighty rushing wave To my weak, gentle nerves and veins Almost rapturing them apart.* *Mum whispered I heard while she cried, “You are a gift and blessing to me, My child, my beloved one.” I will keep you,” She promised. I tried to comfort mum but couldn't. I conjured up ominous images Of my shattered body, My flesh, blood and bone; It was too painful to bear. So I stamped my feet On my bed, Her stomach bulged, And I felt mum embraced me, With her gentle hands.* *From the smallest corner of her heart Next to her bulging belly, My bed room, I heard mama interceded with God For the forgiveness of the sins And comfort of thousand women Who aborted their pregnancies Due to **** pregnant while breast feeding, Incestuous affairs, teenage pregnancies Or on medical conditions For the physical and emotional pains They endured and guilt that may have lingered still.* *In her bulging stomach, My bed room, my home, I waited for my eviction, Every day. Then one day, after a long wait, It rained cats and dogs With muds of blood In my bedroom. I tried to cling to the roof of my bed room, But was swept away by the natural disaster Through the channel of life Into my mother's gentle arms.*
If Foetus were able to have senses, they would have memories of their development and the day of birth.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
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