Murdered
I never had a chance to be born, from my mothers body I was torn. Never had a chance to take a breath, all these doctors wanted was my death. Never got to experience my mothers touch, was that asking too much. I guess it was. Cause now here I lie on the table of death,never will I take a breath.
Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2016
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