(from the perspective of an unborn child)
They think I’m not a person,
They think I’m only tissue.
They think I’m not a human,
That I only cause issues.
I don’t have a voice,
And I can’t speak for myself.
That’s why I need the church,
To speak for those who have no choice.
I am a real being,
Even though I’m in the womb.
You may not be able to see me,
But you shall one day soon.
I will be like the other children,
Who run and jump and play,
If my mother chooses
Life instead of pain.
My life started at conception,
Despite what others say.
My life has a purpose,
You will see one day.
My mother may not want me,
I don’t really understand why.
But there are those who care,
And I’m wanted alive