Please Remember

Please hear my silent voice.
I am one of many, a vast number,
forgotten by many.

Red and yellow,
black and white.

Please see my unseen frame,
I am one of many, a vast number,
forgotten by many.

Red and yellow,
black and white.

Please protect me,
respect me,
allow me to live.

I came into being,
a new life,
with promise, potential,
a member of humanity.

But I was small, dependent,
unprotected, neglected
by law, culture, and even religion.

My tiny body was cut to shreds or
burned to death or
half delivered before my head was crushed.

Sometimes, I managed to come out alive!
--despite it all.

I just lay there, doctors and nurses looking down at me,
puzzled, confused.
I wasn't supposed to live this long.
But I did--for a few more gasping moments.

But since I was a mistake,
I was never really born.
Or so they said.
Then, I, too, died--alone.

To save me would have denied my mother's
right to end my life.
Or so they said.

Or so they said.

Now I look out at the land,
blood crying out and up to heaven.
Blood is on their hands, in their votes, upon their candidates.

Please, hear my silent voice.
See my unseen frame.
Remember what God can never forget.

Red and yellow,
Black and white.