Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Sept 2, 2015 11:24:29 GMT -5
AN OPEN LETTER AGAINST ABORTION by Leslie Montgomery
I'm LIVID, and there are 50 million other women who join me. Livid because we've been lied to, betrayed, taken advantage of, used and then forgotten. We were just a number; a dollar amount; a warm body; a means to the end; and a fool. You looked us in our tear-stained eyes, held our hands in your cold, sterile offices and told us everything was going to be okay and it's not - not even close. "It's all going to be overwith soon," you said. "You'll be able to go on with your life and not look back," you said. "IT'S not life," you said, "IT doesn't even have a heartbeat." EVERYTHING YOU SAID WAS A LIE! You said it was about having rights as a woman, about being able to stand tall and make our own decisions, about "the right to choose," and not letting a man, politicians or government, religious-fanatics, or anyone else tell us what to do, but it wasn't about me, it was about YOU!
You took advantage of us at one of the scariest times in our lives; pregnant, unsure of ourselves and that of the growing life within us, feeling guilty and disgraced, and looking for a way to hide what would soon be obvious. We gave you our money; we gave you our bodies; we gave you our child; and we gave you our souls. And you took them and ran, leaving us to drown in the shame of our decision. You've gone on to another while we still grapple with the child we left behind, leaving a part of our hearts with it.
As if all of that isn't enough, you've taken that part of us and sold it to the highest bidder, harvesting our children like they're a choice meat, and stuffing your faces with greed. You don't even have the dignity to wipe your mouths as the lifes of those children drip from your evil lips. Let it be known that their blood cries out from the grave and is heard by a God in whom their presence remains.
My debt has been paid, but yours remains more illuminated with every life you take in shameless repetition. Guilt covers you like a wool blanket, - and mark my words - one day you will be suffocated by it. You may have fooled me, but I will not stand in silence and let you the same to other women. After all, I have A VOICE AND A "RIGHT TO CHOOSE" TO USE IT.
© Leslie Montgomery
I'm LIVID, and there are 50 million other women who join me. Livid because we've been lied to, betrayed, taken advantage of, used and then forgotten. We were just a number; a dollar amount; a warm body; a means to the end; and a fool. You looked us in our tear-stained eyes, held our hands in your cold, sterile offices and told us everything was going to be okay and it's not - not even close. "It's all going to be overwith soon," you said. "You'll be able to go on with your life and not look back," you said. "IT'S not life," you said, "IT doesn't even have a heartbeat." EVERYTHING YOU SAID WAS A LIE! You said it was about having rights as a woman, about being able to stand tall and make our own decisions, about "the right to choose," and not letting a man, politicians or government, religious-fanatics, or anyone else tell us what to do, but it wasn't about me, it was about YOU!
You took advantage of us at one of the scariest times in our lives; pregnant, unsure of ourselves and that of the growing life within us, feeling guilty and disgraced, and looking for a way to hide what would soon be obvious. We gave you our money; we gave you our bodies; we gave you our child; and we gave you our souls. And you took them and ran, leaving us to drown in the shame of our decision. You've gone on to another while we still grapple with the child we left behind, leaving a part of our hearts with it.
As if all of that isn't enough, you've taken that part of us and sold it to the highest bidder, harvesting our children like they're a choice meat, and stuffing your faces with greed. You don't even have the dignity to wipe your mouths as the lifes of those children drip from your evil lips. Let it be known that their blood cries out from the grave and is heard by a God in whom their presence remains.
My debt has been paid, but yours remains more illuminated with every life you take in shameless repetition. Guilt covers you like a wool blanket, - and mark my words - one day you will be suffocated by it. You may have fooled me, but I will not stand in silence and let you the same to other women. After all, I have A VOICE AND A "RIGHT TO CHOOSE" TO USE IT.
© Leslie Montgomery