There’s innocent blood on pro-choice hands

Your discourse in the name of “rights” cut off my air supply your worship of autonomy slit my throat I’m trying to have a birthday without 2,246 dead friends in Dr. Klopfer’s house just trying to know the touch of my mother in the clinic you want to un-affirm me to “dismember me with forceps” well the murdered 60,942,033 (1973-2018) stuff baby socks, rattles and formula into your deceiving mouths Irish 4 Reproductive Health your cowardly “social justice” is a cultural bullet at the handicapped, women and people of color you chemically burned me dehumanized me you watched me die in the name of “healthcare” and so I’m not here, because of your “reproductive freedom” I’m not here in class I’m here with decades of my dead brothers and sisters in a medical waste bin if you want me gone then call it murder you are going to need truth and science and better disguises you are going to need a much bigger cover for your lies.

-the Unborn