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Mar 2012
Removing the stitches
Of a wound once inflicted
Brings back the pain
Of a time sick and twisted

A mother whose daughter
Never saw light,
Ripped from the womb
It just wasn't right

She was all to young
To support a new life,
Didn't want her baby
To deal with such strife

Despite laws and values
She made her choice,
The daughter inside her
Never had a voice

And now that it's over
And her child is gone
The scars just prove
That mother loved her daughter all along
Seth Connor Jackson
Written by
Seth Connor Jackson  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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