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She tries not to look in the mirror as she undresses Her stomach is already noticeably larger Tears form in the corner of her eyes, and she blinks them away The procedure is tomorrow, it sounds so neutral, procedure It's the right decision for both her and the baby She doesn't love the father, she can't afford it, and she has no support She wants to keep it, love and hold her baby, it sounds nice, "her baby" But the reality is it would be hard Her worst fear is that her child would fall into hardship All because she wasn't prepared, wasn't ready And so she blinks those tears away and whispers "I love you" Because she does, and she'

Happy Mother's Day to me Empty and alone, my breasts aching for the touch the pull and the  release which should have come. The rush, the endorphins, the pain and the joy, all the things that should have come this day; All the things that aren't, that shouldn't have been and won't be. I won't be pacing back and forth, cooing, shaking, rocking, begging with the most precious prize in the world, I won't be lost in fatigue, ridiculous with glee over the tiny life that came from me, because this day is the darkest day, a very gloomy un-birthday that I light a candle for.

A heartbeat, One that beats with mine, Life within, Can you hear my cries? Hands caress, This is my choice, You're innocent, But no one hears your voice. Heaven's light Would welcome you, Only hopeless grief Waits here for you.   Deceiving choice, It will come at a cost, I might be free, But your life will be lost. Little one, My love for you is strong, By death you'll live In spite of my own wrong.

Choice I look at myself in the mirror. My naked body is thin. I haven't been eating much lately. My face is haggard, distressed, careworn. A lot of things have been running through my mind lately. It affects my condition and my health. I am only sixteen. I should not appear in this state. I place my hand on my belly, on the lower part just beneath the navel. There was a heartbeat there. Now, it's gone. Some people would say that it's murder. Some people claim that it's a sin. It's not. It's not. I don't understand it. How can they hate me for making a choice? How can they hate me and not even know me? How can they say that I committed