I don’t have a name; I’m not considered a person.
Others decide what is best for me I can be terminated in a simple doctor’s visit.
Some of the reasons I cease to exist are; fear of a bad reputation, getting in the way of a career, not being affordable, a girl and a boy to young and some just consider me a mistake that was never meant to happen.
On January 22, 1973 the highest court in the United States decided my fate. Since that day as of the year 2006 I am one of 36 million lives that were ended by someone else’s choice. Many continue to join my ranks.
I am an aborted baby.
My fate has been determined by men & women from every walk of life; rick and poor.
I cannot bear to tell you how my life was ended.
If faced with the decision of my fate, what would you choose?
Psalms 139: 16-17 says “Your eyes saw my substance being yet unformed, and in your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me when as yet there were none of them.”
You decide, Am I somebody or not?
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