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.