Who will consider me?
For I have not yet emerged…
Who will speak for me?
For I have no words…
Who will stand up for me?
For I’m much too small…
Who will fight for me
Against man’s brutal law?
I’m growing everyday
In my mother’s womb,
As they lead her to
A cold sterile room…
My comfort is her beating heart
Until I feel my body
Violently ripping apart…
No one thought of whom I’d become,
I’ll never ever play,
I’ll never laugh or run…
No one came to rescue me…
No one heard
My silent scream!
©Leatherman 2013
