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Leanne Hicks Poem
Won't even get a chance at life,
Two months old and it receives the knife,
Not even a single cry,
Can I ask why?
Why does it have to pay for their actions?
They make the decision to their satisfactions,
As it lays there helplessly and grows,
The baby doesn't even know,
That soon, it will grow no more,
But instead, it's life will be cut off so short,
No chance to be held, or to be loved,
But like many others, be aborted to the world above,
It's completely not right,
Nothing to do, it can't even fight,
It's removed far too soon,
It's breath cut off like the pop of a balloon,
It's tiny little soul and heart,
No longer shared, but torn apart,
What's it gonna take,
For people to realize that unborn babies aren't just things and they're not fake,
To make people think before they do,
Because look who pays, it sure as hell isn't you,
And it's not fair,
You act like you don't even care,
But that's a life you've just destroyed, a life you've prevented from living,
A life you made, and a chance you're not even giving,
What are you gonna do next time it happens?
Abort the helpless baby again?
Abortion isn't a form of birth control,
Use your brain and save a soul,
Relax, and thank God you have a chance at life,
While you allow others to give that unborn child the knife,
Because there is no next time for that baby,
And unfortunately, not even a maybe,
You have fun living like before,
While that baby doesn't even get close to life's door!
Copyright © Leanne Hicks | Year Posted 2006
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Leanne Hicks Poem
When it happens once, it'll happen again,
Do you allow it, or do you defend?
When you have one scar, you have many more,
Unless you get out, your life will never be the same as before,
When he's gonna hit again, is your only fear,
But how do you hide all the tears?
When he says 'I'm sorry', he doesn't really mean it,
There's absolutely no excuse to hit,
When you try to deny it to your friends, they all know you're lying,
And you're only lying to yourself, why am I crying?
Whenever you hear his voice, you can feel the pain,
Your life is now only hanging on a thin chain,
There's help, but you don't want it,
You have to do something before he has his next fit,
Tired of making lame excuses for what he's doing to you,
But there's nothing else you can do,
He's so much bigger, powerful, and strong,
You believe that he's right because you're wrong,
But that's not true at all,
How many times are you gonna to fall?
Not everyone believes your excuses and lies,
They can see the hurt in your eyes,
'Did he do that to you?', is what they would say,
'No I fell just yesterday', is your reply,
But why?
Why do you lie and hurt yourself even more?
He deserves what he gets, to be locked behind metal doors,
He's going to hurt someone else if you don't stop him now,
Even if it only happened once, there's got to be a way how!
Copyright © Leanne Hicks | Year Posted 2006
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