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I shave my legs,I sit down to pee. And I can justify any shopping spree. Don't go to a barber shop,but a beauty salon,I can get a massage without a hard-on. I can balance the checkbook,I can pump my own gas. I can talk to my friends about the size of my ass.My beauty's a masterpiece,and yes,it takes long. At least I can admit to others when I'm wrong. I don't drive in circles,at any cost. And I don't have a problem,admitting I'm lost. I never forget, an important date. You just gotta deal with it, I'm usually late. I don't watch movies,with lots of gore. Don't need instant replay,to remember the score. I won't lose my hair,I don't get jock itch .And just cause I'm assertive,don't call me a bitch. Don't say to your friends,"Oh yeah, I can get her" in your dreams, my dear,I can do better!Flowers are okay,but jewelry's best. Would you look at my face, you idiot...Not at my chest? I don't have a problem,with expressing my feelings.I know when you're lying,you look at the ceiling. Don't call me a girl, A babe or a chick. I am a WOMAN,with a classical meaning,straight,even and simple :)

Saturday, April 24, 2010

SO IMMORAL :((

Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.


Month Two

Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.


Month Three

You know what Mommy, I'm a girl! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.


Month Four

Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.


Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?


Month Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! Help me!


Month Seven

Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?


Every abortion is just...
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

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