I walked into Walmart,
All eyes were watching me.
The mothers grabbed their little ones,
Hoping they wouldn't see.

They'd stare at my enormous belly,
And shake their heads in shame.
   Instantly judging me,
No love, just blame.

I was there for my vitamins,
I wanted her to be healthy,
I was determined to be a good mother,
Though I was never very wealthy.

When I was six months along,
Three boys came up behind me.
They pushed me onto the ground,
And kicked until they'd killed my baby.

Their identities were never known,
And they got away with it.
My "mistake" was too much for them,
They thought I was unfit.

I would have been a **** good mom. . . .
But they chose me to harm.
Because of their hateful decision,
I'll never get to hold her in my arms.