Privilege to kill (poem)

Look at that girl,
wandering around the streets.
'Cause no one will give her
what she needs.

She cannot live the life she ever wanted to live
unless she makes a choice.
Some won't approve,
Others will.
But no one will help her or let her help herself.
All they do is fight over her privilege to kill.

She made the choice.
Many people hate her for it.
She cries every night,
filled with sorrow and regret.

"How can something die,"
the other people ask,
"If it was never alive?
Stop that crying
and go on with your life!"

She'll never have the life she wanted to live.
Never...
'Cause all you do is fight over
her privilege to kill.

If you support life,
why wouldn't you help her throughout her trials?
If you believe free will,
why did you only care about her privilege to kill?

If no one will help this girl,
I will.
If no one will help another girl,
I will.
After all, no one should be forced to kill.


This poem is about how people fight about abortion rather than thinking about helping pregnant women.