A Mother’s War

I’m pregnant with no mate,

The shame of the world.

It will be even worse

If it’s a girl.

What embarrassment!

Close the door

And shield your hearts,

I’m going through

A mother’s war.

Will they call me a murderer?

Should I keep her?

Should I kill her soul?

Should I love her?

Until I grow old.

I love my baby,

And I love her well,

But I don’t believe

I want her to live.

Will I go to hell?

What selfishness!

To not give her a chance

To take her own fate.

Jesus loves me

This I know,

For the bible tells me so.

Help me Jesus,

Keep this child.

I don’t want to lie.

I don’t want to kill.

I just want my baby to live.

Love Healing hearts, Shirha Chante, Relationship Artist