The document expresses the anguish and longing of an aborted fetus, reflecting on lost opportunities for love, growth, and experiences. It conveys a deep sense of abandonment and the desire for life, emphasizing the impact of abortion on potential existence. Ultimately, the text calls for awareness and an end to abortion, highlighting the belief that every life is beautiful and valuable.

1. ABANDONED
By: Joedy Mae B. Mangampo
It was dark here and I can’t breathe. I want to go outside. If only, if only..
The cool breeze could have touched my skin. I could have seen those green pastures
they’ve been thinking about. I could have walked beside the shining and shallow river. But now, I
don’t have the chance to.
I could have play with other kids, run in the playground and go to school. I want to feel
the love of a mother and a father. I want to know how to be taken care by the so-called parents.
I could have been playing ball games with my father. I could have listened to my mother’s lullaby.
I could have bond with them while I’m growing up. I could have learned and felt how to be loved.
I could have learned to be happy and made my very first cry. But I know it will never gonna
happen and I don’t have the chance to.
It was dark here and I can’t breathe. The thing I only see is darkness and NOTHING. I
was not given the chance – chance to live in the real world. I was abandoned. I was killed. I was
murdered. I was ABORTED and nobody seems to care. The poison has been killing me for a very
long time as if my mother had been trying to poison me. And yes, I am a victim of ABORTION,
ABANDONMENT, and REVOCATION and that means that I was forcedly removed from my
mother’s womb and let me feel the outside world, to leave the place where I am covered with
plastic like fluid and where me and my mother were connected and let us live as one. But wait, I
forgot that it was impossible for me to live. I don’t have eyes to let me see, I don’t have senses
to let me feel and it is because I was not given the chance to be mature. I was a premature
infant: a FETUS. The only thing I can feel is the thick cloth being covered onto me and was
thrown somewhere.
I can’t cry, I can’t shout, I can’t do anything, all I can do is to contemplate, remembering
and recalling different voices I’ve heard when I used to live in my mother’s body whom I really
loved whatever happens.
If only I was given the chance to be a man, I could have experience everything. If only I
could go back and they let me live, my life shouldn’t have been WASTED. My life could be
meaningful and full of colors.
I know I am not the only one with this kind of situation. And somehow I wish that it would
end. Let your eyes be opened, minds awakened and abortion ends for it kills life – Life, which is
beautiful and meant to be valued.