neobuyer
Master of Disguise,
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I can't get an abortion, I just can't. I was going to , but I can feel the baby growing inside me. And now I've made up my mind-
I'm having my rapist's baby.
At first I hated it, after all, being raped in an alley behind a 7-11 isn't exactly the ideal means of conception.
I was all set to get rid of it, I was dead set on it. Besides- what would people think? People would stare at me when I'd be out grocery shopping at the Shop N' Save. Me holding a half black baby and all. The people in my neighborhood are very racist and old-fashioned. I don't know if I could handle all the accusing stares. The furrowed brows. Not that I'd mind that my baby's father was black. It's not that. I mind more about the raping and stuff.
But then, as I was walking into the local 'Planned Parenthood' I met this wonderful jobless man with a picket sign. He explained to me that it was against God's will and a sin of murder to abort the growing life inside my belly. This terrific man, Jed, told me all about how I could be saved and 'born again' through a personal covenant with the world's Lord and Savior- Jesus Christ. He told me that baby isn't a rapist. The baby never robbed a liquor store. That baby did nothing to warrant it's execution.
And I realised that he was right. Jed, this lone, picketing warrior- this soldier of God, had shown me the light. I would not murder my baby.
So I'm going through with it. I know I've made the right choice. And my new pastor and church remind me of this often. But they will support me. It's great too, cause we're having this fun bake sale at my new church next week.
So wish me luck, I think me and my baby, who I've now named 'Rhondell', will be just fine.
And thank you to Jed! The Lord's trooper. I heard he got his old job back at the stock yards, so he might have to limit his protesting to the weekends- but as far as I'm concerned- he's already earned his 'wings'. He turned out to be my (and little Rhondell's) guardian angel.
I'm having my rapist's baby.
At first I hated it, after all, being raped in an alley behind a 7-11 isn't exactly the ideal means of conception.
I was all set to get rid of it, I was dead set on it. Besides- what would people think? People would stare at me when I'd be out grocery shopping at the Shop N' Save. Me holding a half black baby and all. The people in my neighborhood are very racist and old-fashioned. I don't know if I could handle all the accusing stares. The furrowed brows. Not that I'd mind that my baby's father was black. It's not that. I mind more about the raping and stuff.
But then, as I was walking into the local 'Planned Parenthood' I met this wonderful jobless man with a picket sign. He explained to me that it was against God's will and a sin of murder to abort the growing life inside my belly. This terrific man, Jed, told me all about how I could be saved and 'born again' through a personal covenant with the world's Lord and Savior- Jesus Christ. He told me that baby isn't a rapist. The baby never robbed a liquor store. That baby did nothing to warrant it's execution.
And I realised that he was right. Jed, this lone, picketing warrior- this soldier of God, had shown me the light. I would not murder my baby.
So I'm going through with it. I know I've made the right choice. And my new pastor and church remind me of this often. But they will support me. It's great too, cause we're having this fun bake sale at my new church next week.
So wish me luck, I think me and my baby, who I've now named 'Rhondell', will be just fine.
And thank you to Jed! The Lord's trooper. I heard he got his old job back at the stock yards, so he might have to limit his protesting to the weekends- but as far as I'm concerned- he's already earned his 'wings'. He turned out to be my (and little Rhondell's) guardian angel.
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