Dear Ms. Scarlett,
You don’t know me, but I have heard of you. I think you have a really pretty name, a name I would love to have, a name I would love to keep,
But guess what? Babies like me don’t get to have a name, even though I am a person made in God’s image, a human being, truly unique.
And I am a baby girl, just like you once were, but now someone is coming to hurt me, and no one hears me when I cry,
Oh Ms. Scarlett, won’t you speak up for me? Won’t you stop them? Won’t you at least try?
I hear you gave a famous speech recently, fighting for rights that are being denied,
It must have been great, it must have been powerful, for I hear many people even cried.
I was wishing real hard that you were fighting for babies like me, but then I found out that the lady with a really pretty name,
She was not fighting for me, she was fighting for those who are trying to kill me, please tell me that you were just playing a silly game.
There isn’t much time, they are coming for me, I hear them walking into the room,
Ms. Scarlett, was I bad or something? What did I do? Why should I meet my doom?
I am in a place just like you once were, inside my mommy where it’s supposed to be safe to stay,
But now I’m scared in here; but it wasn’t scary for you. Oh, Ms. Scareltt, I don’t wanna die, would you please pray?
I hear them saying things to mommy, horrible things they are gonna do to my organs and my bone,
Oh, Ms. Scarlett, please make another speech, and tell the scary people to please leave me alone.
Mommy told them that some man did something bad to her body, on the day I got made,
Now they are going to do something even worse to me, they don’t care about either of us; the scary people got paid.
Many people are telling mommy that it’ll be better if she doesn’t have to worry about me anymore,
They told her that, if I live, I would just be a nuisance, a reminder of a bad memory, an unpleasant chore.
I heard my mommy talking to these people about that speech you made, she said it’s the reason she brought me to the scary place today,
She said you told everyone that this place is “safe” and “gentle”, and I wondered how that could possibly be?! Ms. Scarlett, your silly game I don’t want to play.
I wish that man didn’t do those bad things to mommy, I wish he wouldn’t have been so mean and full of hate,
I bet she was very afraid when he did that bad stuff; it wasn’t her fault, she only wanted to wait.
But it wasn’t my fault either, and now the scary people are going to murder me. And you know what? They won’t even bury me in a tomb.
Oh Ms. Scarlett, please hear me! Please! There is no time to spare. Listen to God’s voice who said, “For You formed my inward parts; You knitted me together in my mother’s womb.”
Yes, lady with a really pretty name, don’t you know that Jesus Christ put me together in my mother’s womb?
And now, because of your speech, the scary people are going to suck my insides out with a vacuum!
Don’t let them do this, I beg you! Make them stop being scary. Make them go away. Make them flee!
Oh Ms. Scarlett, won’t you help me?! Won’t you stop them?! Won’t you speak up for me?!
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