Gracias Mamá

Thanks, mom, to you and the heavens for letting me live
here in your womb and then be born
and loving you outside, like I love you inside
you know mom, today I heard you again
and I hear you again arguing with him
and I start to believe that you agree
that I won't be born
because mom, the doctor has attended to me
and gave me a shot that hurt me
I swear mom, I won't be a bother
if that's what you want, it will be

Goodbye mom, I'll pray for you
Dad, I forgive you for never seeing you
I'm leaving mom, the blood overwhelms me
I won't be able to talk to you anymore

Goodbye mom, I'll pray for you
Dad, I forgive you for never seeing you
I'm leaving mom, the blood overwhelms me
I won't be able to talk to you anymore

This is a story that I write
where I don't understand, where I don't agree
how can one end the life of a child?
without knowing the price, without knowing the crime
of how one suffers, for not seeing that being
how one suffers, for not seeing it born