I Have A Right, Right To Be Born.
To See The Beauty Of A World Which To Me Is Unknown.
I Have A Right, Right To Live.
To Experience What Has Life To Offer Me, Even If It Would Be The Negative.
I Have A Right, Right To Be Protected.
Against My Very Own Mother, Who Does Not Want Me To Live.
It Is My Right Against Her Choice.
It Is My Necessity Against Her Liberty.
It Is My Right To That Future, Against Her Capacity To Nurture.
But Who Shall Fight For My Right?
Even My Future Mother Is Pro-Genocide.
Oh If I Can Only Plead...
Please Mother, Let Me Live!
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