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Who are you to say
You are a man, and yet you believe you have a right to my body ; my womb.
You say that children's lives matter, but yet it is not a child yet. ; merely cells.
How dare you assume such callous things of me, a woman.
My children will never be, and if they ever are, they would die.
They wouldn't see the sun or hear my voice, they wouldn't have any chance at life.
So how can you, as a man, ever even come to begin what I'd go through,
You wouldn't have to plan a funeral,
Or view baby sized coffins that reek with the stench of newborn death.
You couldn't ever possibly begin to imagine my horrors.
So no, you have no claim on my body,
Because you are a man, and you don't know.
You wouldn't be able to feel the dying child clutching to life in your womb,
Or listen to their lasts feeble breaths.
You, are nothing to me.
You, have no claim, no opinion on my dying insides.
Because you are simply not relevant in my matters.
You say that children's lives matter, but yet it is not a child yet. ; merely cells.
How dare you assume such callous things of me, a woman.
My children will never be, and if they ever are, they would die.
They wouldn't see the sun or hear my voice, they wouldn't have any chance at life.
So how can you, as a man, ever even come to begin what I'd go through,
You wouldn't have to plan a funeral,
Or view baby sized coffins that reek with the stench of newborn death.
You couldn't ever possibly begin to imagine my horrors.
So no, you have no claim on my body,
Because you are a man, and you don't know.
You wouldn't be able to feel the dying child clutching to life in your womb,
Or listen to their lasts feeble breaths.
You, are nothing to me.
You, have no claim, no opinion on my dying insides.
Because you are simply not relevant in my matters.
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