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Abortion...

Abortion...

I wrote this a while back, I thought I'd repost it, as this subject is being highlighted in some states of America, I know I don't live there, I know I'm not American, but, I think I know wrong from right, NO men should dictate a WOMANS LIFE! I think it's quite disturbing in how easy they can control.

Abortion...

I am a creator of life, I do know this,
Will the time ever be right for a babies kiss,
If I was an addict, would it make me see the light,
Would I raise a life up, in a world full of fight,
Should it be made easier to have an abortion?
Should this be approached with sensitive caution?
Are you ending a life if it hasn't got a heartbeat?
Is it against gods will if you're not populating the streets?
As a man, am I even worthy of an opinion?
But should we all be caring individuals? 
What if I was a healthy loving wife, but it just wasn't my time?
As a human being, should it be my choice what I feel inside?
In this day and age, should sex just be used to procreate?
It's in other faiths and religions to just love and not hate,
Is it only accepted to terminate within prostitution or rape?
One thing is for sure, this world we live in, to choose is not too late, 
So either way in how you feel, it's so important to have a voice,
The debate goes on, questions are to be answered,
Are you...
Pro life?
Pro choice?

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