My Dying Beat (Spoken Word) Read Count : 97

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*Heartbeat* *Heartbeat* *heartbeat*

At 4 weeks you can hear my heat beat

At 9 months you can hear me cry

Or at up to twenty three weeks you can cause me to die.

As much as I will respect our leaders, you can’t ignore the fact that they beat the killcount that’s hitler’s,

And you seem to think that silently pointing fingers, is an acceptable response to the elimination of life before it takes its first *deepbreath* breath.

You say, let us speak for those who can’t,

And then ignore those, WHO PHYSICALLY CAN’T

Human rights aren’t just for those rejected by people who hold them tight,

But also for those rejected because of their mother’s choice and might.

“oh but it’s not murder because they’re hardly human!”

I could have said similarly for a black or a Jew in their time,

But that’s racist, we don’t talk about that,

We just changed from superiority of different races, to superiority of different ages, that’s a fact.

Some of you, will go to third world countries for the people,

The people who have never tasted love or freedom in their life,

And never consider the other, hidden people,

The people who will never get the chance to even experience life.

I think premarital sex is wrong, you can disagree,

But don’t get me started on avoiding the consequences, I hope that’s something on which we can agree.

But then there are those violated by rape whom society labels as victims,

Well as a Christian, I can say that God is calling you to be victors,

So just as Christ offers life to you, offer life to the one who doesn’t get to choose.

It is crucial to our morality to understand, 

That the emotional death of one does not justify the physical death of another.

So please, open your ears to those silent screams,

Sound doesn’t have to move air to be heard 

And we’ve already learned it’s wrong to treat people bad and cause hurt,

Please listen to me!

We are screaming at the top of our lungs, your ears are just too overdeveloped to hear us.

Do you still not understand me?

You. Are. KILLING… me.

Is the cost of your purity really two and not one?

Because one life has already been given,

To give you the right to choose.

The law gives you twenty three weeks to make this choice.

And so I’ll wait, with only the sound of life to remind you,

That at this moment, I’m alive.

*Heartbeat* *Heartbeat* *Heartbeat*


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