My little brother asked me to help him with this declamation piece of his. And while I was reading this, it really moved me. I want to share this amazing piece with you. 🙂 Credits to the one who created this amazing piece.
The Plea of an Aborted Fetus
Set me free. Let me live, I deserve to be born. I want to live. For heaven’s sake, have pity.
Ladies and gentlemen, dear fathers and mothers, listen to my plea, listen to my story. I could have been the ____ Lady President of the Republic of the Philippines, had you given me the chance to live, had you not deprived me of my life, had you not taken away my privilege to be born.
Some eleven years ago, a healthy ovum started to generate in the womb of a woman with six other children. My coming should be a herald of joy, a symbol of love incarnate, but to my Mommy, it was a burden, a problem, an additional mouth to feed. To Dad, it was a mistake, an effect of Mom’s carelessness for not taking her contraceptive pills.
One gloomy day in June, my expected coming was confirmed. It was a painful decision. I could sense the imminent danger as Mommy got inside the abortion room. I was an unwanted child. No one loved me. No one cared. I was a rejected being, a tiny lump slowly forming into human being with human soul. I was already alive, kicking, struggling. My heart was already beating and my thumb has already the unique mark. As I was holding strongly to my mother’s womb, a splash of heat came over me. I writhe in extreme pain.
Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not the flesh of your flesh, the blood of your own blood? The rubber suction caught my tiny limbs and mercilessly twisted it slowly cutting it from my body. I struggled for my life 1, 2, 3, and the first part of me came out.
Mom, why have you permitted this? Am I not Dad’s pledge of love to you? Then it was followed by another suction sucking the other part moving it with force until both were fully amputated.
Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not God’s image you promised to love and protect? Then I felt shaken once, twice, several times until I do not know anymore what has been going around, I gushed forth my last breath…
Then came the final blow, my head– the abortionist termed as No. 1 was totally cut from my torso: total annihilation.
Gone is my chance to live a normal life.
Gone is my chance to behold many lovely things God created for us.
Gone is the promise of a blissful life.
Gone, gone forever.