Mommy you tore me from your womb
Like you reached inside and choked me to death
Your stomach became my resting place
I never got the chance to develop the features that appear on your face
Though its not your fault
I place the blame on you and only you
Maybe if you would have stayed in the house instead of going out
Then in your stomach i'd still be growing
Mommy I told God I wasnt supposed to be in Heaven yet
He told me I was right and you would suffer for that
Now I see the pain your enduring..and I beg of God to stop
He says that once you grow from these lessons he bring you some good
So mommy listen to me please
Dont beat youself up
Because for my death I do forgive you
Just promise me that when my little brother or sister enters your womb
You will take better care of yourself so your belly doesnt become their tomb
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