She bowed her head crying
And to herself i heard
murmuring
Contemplating abortion
She thinks its the only exit door
From her so called misery
She is living prisoner to her own fears
She shivers over the wrath of her reckless deed
She is afraid of her parents
How are they going to react to such shameful news?
What about her boyfriend?
Is he going accept the
germinating seed he planted inside her?
Will her 15 year old bones survive labour?
Unaswered questions linger in her world like cannibal birds craving for her fresh
It seems she has made up her mind to kill
With a pill
In her womb tears i fill
Like a corpse abandoned in a tomb i feel
I wish i can run from inside her
For in a minute or so
This womb will turn into my grave
Lord speak to her
I deserve a life too
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