I wonder what it’s like from above.
When God looks down on the ones he loves.
As they destroy his priceless creation;
without a proper form of explanation.
With souls of grey and a heart that’s cold;
another innocent soul gone with a story untold.

I wonder if my life mattered.
Or was that the reason why my life you shattered.
I wonder if I wasn’t good enough.
Or was the thought of my existence making life tough.

On the clouds my spirit lay.
Watching my helpless body being ripped away.
From my silver eyes  to my golden feet;
each part goes with a fading heartbeat.

A carnival of guns loaded with fears.
Soldiers of sins surround me holding their spears.
Despite the hurt, frustration and endless pain;
In knee city, for you I hope and pray.
Though on  my heart you left an irremovable stain,
my wish is that  the others behind me get a chance to stay.

By Latoya Bethune
the above poem is based on the religious perspective on abortion. the persona used imagery to depict the cruelty of abortion