Ramona Thompson - Abortions Kill Babies Dead!

Say what you want
Do what you want
Call it whatever the hell you want
In the end
It's all the same
Bleeding
Crying on the floor
There will be the responsibility you did't want
The child you were too damn selfish to love

No time
No room in your oh so self absorbed life
Not for anything or anyone but you
Your needs
Your desires
That's all that really matters
Just can't risk that career or that life in the fast lane
Just can't miss out on another night of partying and gettin' high
Gettin' high and gettin' laid by another nameless, faceless stranger at the local club

Ms. High and Mighty
Ms. Too Good To Ever Be
Just another in a long line of working mothers
Breaking their backs
Day in and day out
While all you do is sit there all day on your fat a....
Moaning and groaning about poor little you
Knocked up again with a choice you pretend you really don't wanna make
When we all know that you really love being the center of this much attention

Went too far
Got pregnant just to be in the spotlight
The spotlight of the world's attention
Asking
Will you or won't you?
Your body
But hell no, it should't be your choice
When you're no God
You're only human
Only flesh, blood and bone

Flesh, blood and bone that I pray remembers
Next time
Before it's too late and you can't go back from the choices that you make
These 4 simple little words.....

ABORTIONS KILL BABIES DEAD!

2008 Ramona Thompson

Ramona Thompson

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