Abortion by Jay Whitney

God damn you killed me! And you sit there smiling idly like your innocent And im the police pulling you over on some, "What did I do now?" And my to answer to you, "You spoke." But your venomous words were deadly Like ABORTION... es aborting es and z... Cutting me deep on the inside and sucking the precious young life right outta me Yes it sounds ***ed up, but... As ***ed up as it sounds thats how ***ed up it makes me feel and worse How it inevitably leaves me wounded and hurt Everytime I Hear you call Me or him a Or her a You render us lifeless Less life than we started with And I'm living daily while listening Hearing dying daily on the deadliest daily dying basis like damn... Would you please stop calling her a ! Because shes my beautiful brown sister and my mother My beautiful brown wife with a seed on the insde called daughter or son So where did you get or from It is me, our brothers our fathers, our sons And everytime you say these curse filled words our worth is depleting Another day another powerful heart left beating less Breathing less Bleeding out of the words of your mouth And you wonder why we don't reach our fullest potential Cause we're fed and in our mental Til we are still born and/or rejected Flushed out like mentral waste and never had a chance to taste what life feels like Existing in a world where we are called what we are... Which are Kings and Queens and Princes... And me On an impossible mission with a message From our fathers to our children to cease and desist from using the word or when referring to my beautiful brown babies Its like drinking while impregnated or worse So cherish each word like you cherish each verse that I'm spittin and listen Think of the five little fingers and toes that will grow into powerful hands and voices Fed off the choices of you soon to be fathers and mothers Let grace infuse your speech and season each word that you utter Stop Mommy! Stop Daddy! I'm pleading for all sisters and brothers! Please stop calling her a... Please stop calling him a... Please stop calling us... A... Beeeeeeeeeeeeep. *FLATLINE*