The minute the doctor said you’re pregnant,

You thought to yourself, “I’m cursed.”

You did not know where the

Father was based and slid your hand

On your tummy, caressed, and you said

To yourself, “I’m cursed”, as tears run

Down on your cheeks, Dr turns around

And says, “you can get rid of it.”

You’re blessed not cursed; your womb has been

Blessed with a soul growing in it

A soul that wasn’t there when he said

I love you, and I mean it a soul that was

Not there when he promised you to build

A home to live and raise your kids in it

An innocent and pure soul that had no

Guilt in it a soul whose life you can end

In a minute, you are blessed not cursed.



That God gave you with love.

You are blessed cause you can now call yourself a parent

Raising a child with love, your blessed

You have made it this far even when the

Father flew away like a dove

You blessed to have a child.

Abortion is not an option, put

Motion in adoption.