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I Am, But Another Creature On This Earth

I am simple, yet splendid in my humanity.
Human, with animalistic behaviors.  We crave. We desire. We love.  And, we destroy.  The predisposition to kill what we fear, hate or disregard is as evident in humans as, animals.
A pride relies upon the lion king to protect, and yet, he will kill cubs not his own.  The cub born of his opponents blood, is a cub destined for death.  The lion kings pride -his to kill or protect.
Humans don’t walk on four feet or jump on strong, oversized hind limbs.  Yet, we are no more significant than a blade of grass when we worship ourselves.  Unlike the lion king, we have the capacity for tenderness, self-sacrifice and love.  Reduced to selfish pride humans sometimes ignored, brushed off, or reinforced the right of choice.
When mankind kills the unborn, either directly or circuitously, we are no better than the lion king, guilty of selfish pride.
Humans are people, not gods.  Mankind has determined life from the unliving.  The unliving have no heartbeat.  A fetus moves.  Eats. Their fingers and toes wiggle.  Their hearts beat.
Once, people believed the slave property.  An animal.  Jews of World War II were regarded as a poisonous race.  A killer of civilization.  Death their only salvation from his persecution.
Scary.  I shiver to think, one day, I will be worthless.  There are already countries, which practice euthanasia.  Will you look away?  Will you fight for my life?
At least, I can scream in fear.  I can plead for my life.  The unborn cannot.  Their bodies ripped to pieces, sucked into a vacuum, discarded.  They fear.  They open their mouths to scream.  We can’t hear them.  Does their unheard voice not change the hearts of humans?  Murder is murder.  To claim it as less, defines us as animals.  The unborn are human.  They are as alive inside the womb, their sanctuary, their tiny home, as you, in your house of wood, stone, brick.  The laws protect you for now.  When the law recognizes you as worthless, an animal, the poisonous race – you will become the fetus.
Even thus, you won’t perish alone.
A fetus dies alone.  Without mercy.  Without humanity.  Just, another unwanted cub.




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I am a mother of 16 children and grandchildren. Some of them are by blood and the rest by heart. I was a foster mom for a few years and the children I cared for during that time have mostly stayed with me through the years. I love to write, read, dance, paint, and play with my animals. I enjoy dressage riding and just being in the barn. My words are my gift, as they allow you to know me as I really am. Thanks for joining me on this ride of life!

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