When I heard the bickering of the crows...
When I heard the gravel crunching underneath my feet...
When I heard the empty seat...
When I heard the abandoned room...
When I heard the hollow womb...
When I had heard the forgotten tears...
...when I understood the worthless prayers.
For all those who read too much into what I write---no, I am NOT pregnant.
It's simply a poem showing my stand on abortion. (Against.)
It depicts how nothing good can come from it. From that, take it how you want.
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