I struggle with these questions. I am two sided on it for various reasons. Such as, if some low life rapes a woman, why should he be allowed to spread his seed? Why should he be allowed to spread his bad genes? At the same time, why is it the baby's fault?
I struggle with it because when you have the MORNING AFTER PILL....what excuse does any woman have to abort a child after even a week?
Why are people allowed to treat sex like it's just a thing to do and when they get pregnant, abort the baby? Make the baby pay for Mom and Dad's bad behavior? Wow, thanks Mom and Dad...
And then you have babies who are going to be born severely retarded. I for one would want my parents to abort me if I were to end up like that. But then again, you take away the childs choice to live....nothing we do seems fair. Nothing we do seems right. Like that woman who had a child that was born without a brain. Say what? WHY!?!? So as you can see, I am completely torn with the subject. Which is why I never say either way if it is okay or if it is not. I can't even make up my own mind more less push my opinion on somebody else.
Theres real emotion coming through here , with a undertone of poetry, your so close to a full expression of this circumstanced suppressed emotion, a little rearranging of reason and your gona shine through, If theres one thing I know, Theres nothing wrong with believing that were all here together. and theres Always another option,
Your post has synchronized with one of my real life actions. When I noticed you I was on my way here to post a Rhyme I wrote in Dedication of all the "Dead Babys" ( its good to just say it how it is, helps realization ,unwraping words will unwrap the thoughts)
I will post it here. it helped me express the Emotion , and I hold the main character quite close..
met jane and family ,, her poem is called "Dead Baby Girls"
They passed each other twice every day -- He'd tip his hat and she'd look away -
An endless cycle of Greet and ignore -- He'd had enough she couldn't take it no more
similar thoughts in both of there minds -- a quick high five they were both intertwined
All through the day they Fucked like rabbits -- another high five and back to old habits-
2 months went by without even a look -- then came her demand on his check book -
Look what youve done you despicable man -- you've come in ma snatch now im needing a scan
Dont worry dear theres tools in my garage --now open your legs this isnt a marriage
For long into the night he tugged and he pulled,--till a gush and woosh there lay in a pool
oh look hunny dear i think its a she -- pass me the tweezers we might as well see
forget the tweezers go get my phone-- im posting this now before she gets cold
hunny my dear lets call her jane -- so they named their first born as she lay there in pain -
Darn no option to list her as whole --but whats this here it says Sell your soul --
one simple click and the deal it was done -- teleportation to the feet of Satan --
your lifes they are mine for the deeds you commit --now crawl back in shame fall down to the pit-
And when the falling was finally over -- there eyes tryed to focus on some kind of ogre -
closer and closer a voice with it came --Don't call me an ogre just call me jane -
jane the giant fetus she took her revenge --her parents get used now for her story book ends--
So Guys and Girls dont let this be you -- dead baby girls make nightmares come true
writing this helped me a lot with expressing the emotion,i feel it now.. also I think you might be able to Introduce us all to Dead Baby Boy, hes not been born yet
janes got a song on page 1 , and her first words , surprisingly to myself have atleast 4 main different meanings. its pretty cool
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