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How Could You Not Want Me

One night my mom and dad created me, then my dad told my mom i was not meant to be. My mommy cried day and night, trying to decide what is wrong and what is right. Inside of your womb I could hear the two of you yell and scream Daddy wanting to abort me, mommy wanting me to fulfill me dreams. Each time you went to the abortion clinic, inside I was screaming NO!!!!! Mommy please don't kill me, please give me a chance to grow. You must have heard my screams, cause each time you let me live. Thank you for not killing me mommy, I have so much love to give. The day that I was born I saw a tear drop in my mommy's eye The expression on her face, how could he want our child to die. Look at me dad in my mommy arms, so precious as can be Now look at my mommy and answer her question....... HOW COULD YOU NOT WANT ME?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/5/2012 7:19:00 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Ericka. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
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Ericka King
Date: 1/5/2012 10:02:00 AM
Thank you for the warm welcome. I look forward to reading and sharing comments with others on this site. I love the spoken word.
Date: 1/5/2012 5:32:00 AM
Wow! What a powerful poem you have penned here. I am really at a lost for words. It may be from the tears in my eyes and a heavy heart. Take care and bless you, Jancarl
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Ericka King
Date: 1/5/2012 10:03:00 AM
This poem was truly personal. Now my child and her father is unseperable. He carries this poem in his wallet.

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