AboRtiON

2009-12-03T02:03:00.001-08:00

Everybody has the right to live.

I would like to share a beautiful literature that I encountered at my English class back in college. It is entitled “THOUGHTS OF A GHOST” and it was written by Sophia Sabrina F. Elane. (Philippine Daily Inquirer, July 4, 2002)

What have I done to you? have I displeased you? Maybe I was incapable of giving you what you wanted, like a slender waistline and a perfect body like the one of that waif of a model Kate Moss. Or perhaps I’m a disgrace, a big disgrace stuck to your womb. Maybe you were afraid to face the consequences of sleeping with a man you hardly knew, and coming home with a child in your womb and a burden to bear.

Maybe you were afraid of me. But who am I? You should know. I lived in you for a while until you decided that I would look better inside a jar.
Does it make you feel good to think you’re finally rid of me? That you, at last, have one less thing to worry about? That you’re over and done with one big responsibility? Do you find comfort in the thought that I wouldn’t have known you anyway that, heck, i was too small to feel the pain?
But I know. And I feel all the EVIL.
You held me in you for a few months with much anger and hatred, regret and a feeling of shame and disgrace. I felt you try to squeeze me to my Death. you suffocated me. My world swirled and swirled, faster by the minute, until I fell. I fell deep, deep down, away from my world, your world. I lost my life before i was born.
And my innocence? Spoiled and ROTTEN like your womb. Your womb. It should have been my source of life, a steady stream that would have cradled me and protected me from the world’s contagion. It could’ve nurtured me, a life worth living for, a gift. Instead, it turned into an angry a furious cradle. it became my enemy, the DEVIL. It became the crime scene. Your womb, unforgiving, wasted, depraved, turned into a killer. It killed me.
I was dead even before I saw the light of day. I became the past even before I lived in the present.
Perhaps to you, this pain is nothing more than another TV episode, another mistake you’ve made.
I don’t want to hear you say you hate me. i refuse to believe it. i see you every time, full of hope, full of opportunities, full of joy. It’s hard to believe that you could hate like you did and do what you did.
Please say it was unpremeditated, a natural occurrence. Please say you didn’t mean it. Say you were abducted, placed in a situation you couldn’t get out of. Say you were trapped. Please say it was really not your fault. Please say you didn’t hate me. hating me would be worse than searching for emptiness and living in it.
Please say this is a bad dream. please say I’m still yours, in your womb, contented and snug. ALIVE.
Please say I’m not just a ghost.
Ma, why did you do this to me?
---end---

Nice right? What I like about it is knowing the emotions and all the agony of the baby. Somehow, I felt that I know the feeling. And its so sad to think that they are helpless in the situation.

I remember a line my professor said during our discussion about RIGHTS under the PHILIPPINE CONSTITUTION. “From the first heartbeat of an unborn child, he already have the RIGHT to live.” (Prof. Michael Mesinas)

The Philippines is against abortion and the our LAW protects not just the right of those registered citizens or those who pay taxes. The Law ALSO protects the life of an unborn child.

Why do they do it? From the last line, the ghost asked the mother the reason for his death… what do you think?

OCTOBER 2009. The last week of this month, my cousin almost died due to infection. She was trying to hide the real reason of her situation, but we knew –we had a hunch- that she had an abortion and we confirmed it. She was confined just in time to save her life. Lucky for her, but the baby, I mean babies (twins) are gone. Baby A, got out in a discharge as an effect of a medicine my cousin took and Baby B stayed in the womb couple of days longer, causing the infection. (Sad truth…)

I asked my cousin the same question the GHOST from the literature asked. Why? She said She don’t have a choice. (Of course I did not buy it, nobody will.)

Baby A and Baby B, how a plain way to call your family right? But even the right to have a name was taken from them.

AND MY AGONY? I wish I had an IMAGE of their face in my head… Family is Family you know. I wish I could have made them feel LOVED.

ABORTION is MURDER. The only difference between stabbing someone to death and ABORTION is the helplessness of the infant to fight for their life… THOU SHALL NOT KILL.

We are enjoying the gift of life, let us NOT think that there are individuals (born and unborn) who has lesser right to live. A baby is never an accident, their lives, our lives was planned by God and was given by God.

Nobody has the right to take a life. ------

CONFUSING

2009-11-12T20:31:00.001-08:00

Judgment 2001

Do you also feel how I feel? That after a few hours, it will be over, but it will not really end. It’s like something will be miss, even its just there. Something will change even we are still the same. Think of it, something confusing, somewhat unfair.

It hurts that you need to be somewhere else, that you need to walk away and continue living. It will hurt that you will leave, because you are here…inside me. Man, that’s confusing!

But there is something I am sure of, that you’ll remain in my heart, you maybe gone for a while, but in my life - - - you became a great part.

If I could just hold you in my arms so that everything will just stay the same, but i can’t.

You are here but your not, let just leave that as is. Because I can’t do anything about it, but don’t forget me please.

I thought my love was taken for granted. I was hurt coz this is not easy. But all the pain and confusion just fade away, when you told me you love me, thank you for assuring that to me.

FRIENDS FOR KEEPS.

LOVING THE COLOR

AboRtiON

CONFUSING