I AM A GIFT

I AM A GIFT

A Poem by afra

I am that gift which was never opened

I am that treasure which was never discovered

I am that sun which was never seen

But in the sky it has always been


I am that heart that never got a chance to beat

I am that eye that never saw your face

I am that love who never felt your tears heat

But you don't want me in any case


I am that moon which never came

I am that star which never shine

After losing me you won't feel the same

You are throwing me away like a bottle of wine


I am that thing you don't want

You didn't give me a chance to call you ''mom''

I am the thing you want no more

I am unborn baby of yours

© 2012 afra


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It is a moving poem against abortion (and there are some real corking anti-abortion poems out there).

I thought I'd try my hand at a small response to yours.

I am that screwed up person who was planted with a baby.
My life spirals down the tube and I'll drag you there with me.
I resent you and I hate you, I wish you'd never come.
How many times must I say, NEVER call me mom.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Very nicely written and thought out

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i love this! it is amazing!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like I said before!!! Favorited!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Toronto, Mississauga, Canada



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