*Regrets*
Maybe I should have got to know her
I thought I had
Little did I know of the truth and my naivety
The last time I saw her was unexpected. I hardly recognised her. Her white had been tinged with grey. She didn’t scream, or writhe in pain, or cry with joy. Something was wrong.
She didn’t have any parents
I placed the fetus. Gently does it. Energy had left her. Her face charred with coal tears. She knew what was coming, she knew why. I didn’t until a few years later.
She sighed her last breath and smiled, her own ribbon handed to her. The child forgotten. Good girl.
She had become what I had hated. Finally.
I hate humans
I love humans
Rape, IVF, abortion, babies for money, teenage pregnancies.
My creations get left on the streets. Forgotten.
*A Small Fact*
43% of all babies born are the result of rape.
By Annie Johnson