Infuriated
You make my head swell,
And you're a sad excuse for a woman:
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.
Abortion is a matter of life or death,
yet you choose death for this small being.
You make my head swell.
You work with children every day,
yet you still want to kill the one inside of you.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.
You give me unwanted goose bumps with those words
"I want an abortion," as you laugh it away.
You make my head swell,
And I have the urge to take the innocent life today, do you?
You disgust me, making me want to vomit.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch
Steal the life of this baby and party your life away,
disregarding the fact that it didn't have a choice in the matter.
You make my head swell
you cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.
-Caroline Youngless
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